If you were lost in the woods,
a compass would work
better than a philosopher
even if you didn't know
how it all worked
At least you would get
Somewhere.
If you wanted to map
the Universe one
should listen to a shaman's mantra
not plot it out with an astrophysicist
it would be easier to project
realms by means of real numbers
shooting from the lip, a departure from
the same astral plane
bound by reasonable gravity
Altering the scenery doesn't change the view
from the eye of the bespoken
Plato's cave was not a practice of spelunking
to new depths
or sending our souls soaring to the stars
upon plummeting death and worms.
If I remember correctly
the act of recalling can feel like falling, sleeping or slipping
into the abyss of mind matter
a memory palace, a sin chateau,
a cabana for one's mana
and other obtrusive structures
machinations are machines
Like the disgruntled grandson
who built a Reverse Infinity Instrument
(a.k.a. a Time Machine)
whose Free Will Manual Transmission led him to kill
the wise man he so despised
an obviously inane and obtuse conundrum
based on probablies and anti-definitives
that work every
ninety-nine percent of the Time
but that too was just speculative theory
Composed 6/18/15.
Image By A. Ernyes at en.wikipedia (Own work Transferred from en.wikipedia) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons of Kootenay Lake BC.
