there's a place beyond which
i cannot go where
mind stretches taut,
to Know ...
to pierce the God walls
that entomb the Truth,
the Answer …
or something
more important
and final
celestial mental minders cling to
my thoughts like jealous cats
guarding secret mouse lairs
locking, blocking, stopping
Thought Processes,
forbidding entry to the Fruit
of Final Knowledge on penalty
of ...
something more is intuited
without the thinnest edge
of reason to justify pursuit
nothing cannot exist
sayeth the little mind of man
to its Self in its dream -
or His, or Hers, or theirs, or ...
there is no sense to this
only nagging, fleeting innuendo
teasing my highest faculties,
taunting me to follow, to wonder,
to ponder, to surrender to
... nothing
where nothing lives or dies,
or laughs or cries
wrecked on deadly shoals
off sealess shores
I scratch futilely
on the immutable wall-face
of Forbidden Knowledge
to gain entry,
which never comes
where are the Gods they speak of
when our fears reassemble
our eternal atoms into adversarial
random patterns of chaos?
the illusions of well being
evaporate for one terrifying
moment of truth
and we see ...
if there's a hell, said daddy,
this is it
and at least that's
... something
if it is
but who's got that proof
no one has it
hell or not
not allowed are we
to know anything
... important
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