Contemplating every angle

Of this frame I’ve employed,

Tearing apart the hostile zone,

Searching for what I was given,

I’m pulling petals from rationale.

This purpose is hit and miss;

As I’m meant to know it,

But will never find it all.

As I write about logic and reason,

These ideas come to mind.

Heisenburg.

                      The nearer I am,

                            The quicker it

                                 Slips from

                                     my hands

                                          to the

                                              floor;

    the faster I learn,

               The less I

                    Really

                        Know.

Contemplating every angle

Of this frame I’ve employed,

Tearing and fraying libraries,

Pillaging the world around me,

I’m pulling petals from rationale

And deteriorating from inside.

Somehow I poisoned

My water supply.

This logos I consume

Is arsenic and old rot.

If it all dissolved, now, what would I see?

If I abandoned myself completely

Where would I be?

If it all dissolved, now, what would I see?

If I abandoned myself completely

Where would I be?

Go bake cookies.