the warm masterful feeling of superiority
is a dream I never wake up from
in the throne room
with deep spiritual understanding
that cannot be discussed
for if I speak
I distort what I know
in the same way that a wise man knows
that he knows nothing.
What do I do with these thoughts and feelings
that are otherworldly
and exist, only in my own mind?
What is the purpose of wisdom
if it does not manifest
and what will we do with what we create?
it vanishes and reappears someplace else
in some other mind
pushing out, pushing up, on lots of limits
denying the idea in my head that comforts me
is too difficult
when the world tells me differently
or worse, when they say what I want to know
and how can I trust this
how can I trust the mirrors I look into
that show me what I want to see
breaking them is my only recourse
and accepting the bad luck
A wise man can say a wise word and not cut someone wide open
because the truth is the only comfort we need.