Of the Intangible, and the Trivial

this head soaks up books too fast
even while forcing the eyes to slow
and reread paragraphs to savor.

the more I know,
the less meaning I put into reality.
not much of what we have deemed reality
is real.
I refuse to live out this illusion.
I will not be a part of this consistent widespread ignorance
that has become typical of our species.

open your eyes
to the expansion of the universe
the formation
and inevitable destruction
of worlds
and how such extreme complexities
can still yield to a fundamental set of physical laws.
think for yourself, of relativity and time,
of the knowledge and impossibilities of a thousand years ago,
or a hundred years ago,
even ten years ago,
and what is known and possible today...
what will be known and possible tomorrow.


I've realized
my aspirations should rival my potential.

I recognize the fact
that I cannot learn what I desire to apart from the system,
that I must be a part of it
to this alone, I have resigned.

and so
I have decapitated and dismembered
a thousand old dreams.

yet throughout I have forged for myself a mission
similar, yet drastically altered, to my prior purpose.

the death of an old ideal;
the birth of another.