Anything

rhizome

 

I’m not saying I know anything,
Particularly,
Anything, in particular,
Kant knew, only what he thought he knew,

Looking up, clouds race the blue,
Looking down, spring jonquils push,
Toward the azure magnificence,
One flees, the other aspires,

Who among us decides,
Which reality is truth,
Aspirations or desperations,
And still, we seek,

Truth – reality’s sole ally,
Some die of reality,
Some die of truth,
Both convene to mourn,

Why does death bring,
Such a crowd together,
Clouds keep racing
As yellow rhizomes burst forth.

About Pitboss14

Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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2 Responses to Anything

  1. DM says:

    Always good to read and then ponder – then read again. Thanks for sharing

  2. Bruce L says:

    Sure! Thanks for reading.

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