Don't Read Into it

Absorption

Of all sorts of

Warped information

So porously permeates

My rumination

An inundation

Of befuddling

Puddles

Besotted my brain

With each new innovation

I can not explain

Outpacing the rate

I can’t trace

A trajectory

Can’t calibrate

To this Morse Code

Perplexity

Vexing me

Try as I might

To decipher

The messages

Only in writing

The past’s

Lasting vestiges

Remnants of presaging

Matters in tatters

All scattered

About me

As mad as a hatter

Still poring over

An outpouring of tea

Kettles meddling,

Drug-peddling

Me more lunacy

With each sip

I trip, slipping

Down rabbit hole mystery

Sifting through time-shifting

Pages of history

Back to antiquity’s

Atavistic

And nuncupative

Socrates

Intellects

Recollect

Fragments of memory

Long-lost

In talking point’s

Pin-pointed provenance

Anecdotal,

The sum-total

Predominance

Of petit bourgeoisie

Partisan politics

Paltry polemics

And charlatan

Rhetorics,

Heretics

Virgin polygamist

Lamb’s

Transcendantalists

Warring with

Transgender bans’

Clans of militants’

Plans for the future

Contingent on which

Faction patches

Its lack of technology

Glitch

And yet still am I itching

To scratch at the surface

Of how it all started

With what is my purpose?

Except to reflect on it all

And persist

In existence amidst

Super-humanist

Bliss