Literature
Disilusionment from Philosophy
begins in the step
between one ivory stair and the next
when you take a breath--
sudden, dark and powerful
throwing softened shadows into sharp relief.
The truth between the top of the tower
and the bottom is this: no one knows
anything, and we all die.
In my imagination, the sky is my training ground
For interior decorating.
"What do the shape of the clouds, or the colors
tell guests about you? ...all about
Impressions."
And I am no better than those
barbaric lions with notions of nobility
clambering over the teeth of dead elephants.
The truth is, these pretentious meta-thoughts
Won't bring my family back to me
Anymore than