Knowledge is useless
most of the time
and our brains accumulate more of it
as the years go by.
People read to be safe,
but what are they afraid of?
Kids are full of questions
and their fathers have the answers
When I was a kid, my dad would have a conversation by himself
because I didn’t know anything
and over the years
he would comment on the Latin names of trees
Now, his brain goes back to the same places
to retrieve the same stuff,
and the spell of magnanimity
is not there.
He never seems to read
but at one time, before I was born
he flipped through the encyclopedia
to memorize it.
We follow our routines and travel outside of them
to new countries,
but we never go deep down, where we can never get back—it’s too much like hell.
The problem with JOB was—he was a servant and a rich man, and I don’t want to be.
If I look-at my pattern of knowledge
in the last decade, it wants what
I can’t find
in other people.
I don’t know it, personally.
like when I play Chopin on the piano
and I am carried away by the notes of change.
Some would say, this is a desire to know God
while others would point to personal transcendence.
Living in society
without limits, is impossible.
Many try, in their own minds
but it’s a fantasy.
Those who came before
were the great composers of classical music—
of a new way of thinking
of deep secrets—Obvious,
once they are said.
Just think of outer space. How many people do, on any given day?
A writer will grab you
like the boogey man, and hold on
in the dark.
The strangest thing is, he might be your father
you never had
until you become