The Nothing Remains of Infinite Wisdom

This lingering, faint recollection of feeling

I banish from sight

As the dark

Does the light

And the happy and sad

Are but furnace nerves steeling

To iron-blood boiling

Tranquility cauldrons

Concocting this needless emotional state

From the mental blockades

Playing games

With perception

And dulling my sharpest instincts

On reflection

All manner of new information is ancient

I can not recall

Where my dinosaur days went

Just pay spent in dazes of hazy tomorrow’s

And mazes of ways

I can’t save them

To suffer

The sorrow beseeching

The preacher,

The teacher,

The savior,

The seeker

The rebel warmongering silent peacekeeper

The down in the deeper last breadths

Of the depths,

Leave him gasping for breath

Now he’s choking to death

On the fact and the fictions

In non-fiction sections,

Contra-contradictions

In history lessons

And ghosts

Of his former past selves

He dispels

But forgets how to spell

The most simple of tasks,

When a jack of all trades

Is the crack in his back,

And the flash-backing

Visions

Are worlds far away,

Yet still do they elude him?

Is anyone’s guess

For he knows nothing less,

Nothing more,

Nothing true,

Just knows all of the lies

His eyes see

Right on through