All I understand is knowing nothing, really
In the sentient’s hall
knowing starts to seem
useless to lurch for
strokes we might grasp;
sipping steeped cups with the sick of our last thrill
And neglecting to feel when the going’s easy
Idiot savant sees his knowledge fleeting
and the words he expends
Castrate in meaning,
botched in his throat
Egregious, he sheds
authority for heart
[…] sipping steeped cups with the sick of our last will
Savant, you’re bleeding
all your wrong
Savant, you’re needing
passion all in all
_____________
All bent up like my broken neck
All bent up like the things I say
Old woods
marry the words
and progress in letters like you said that you would
Old dirt
marry the woods
and backtrack to learning what things that you could
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