As I flip through the pages
Tearing apart the bounds between me and all else
Clutching to the wheels
Of my chair
In the confinement of knowing,
The cast on my fractured limb
Plasters more than my bones.
Trying to fuse the cracks
Kneeling in the omniscience
Letting go, letting God
Letting the free form script
Decided the course of a will that wants control.
I soar in my thought, leaving behind my limitations.
As I read through volumes after volumes
Of days, deceptions, illusions
Forcing the readers on my nose bridge
I see the wisdom
Magnified in that tryst
Then I smile, for at that moment of knowing
I know everything
When I know I know nothing.
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