Grasp

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.