true knowledge

Lost in the caucus

Of abstractions,

Far away my eyes reach,

From this room filled with

Dust and atomic masses full of

Rudimentary presumptions,

They, blindly beseech,

The unseen.

What is kept hidden

Beyond the books
That have been
My one and only,
There is knowledge that owes
To what it does
And must mean.

The kind of water
You feel thirsty for,
The more you drink
The more impossible it is
For it to be quenched,
Druggy honey,
Bittersweet.

The life force
Which grows beyond sunlight
And farther the gloom
Entitled to the endless nights
Of wandering,
To know enough
To feel
There is much more.

For it is never enough,
Too bold to be trapped
In capitalist hopes,
Too rare to be extracted
For socialist dreams.

It is the truth

Protected with lies,

Afar but within,

Deep rooted,

Unwashed,

Inside oneself.