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11/09/11
Wisdom
When wisdom you've assiduously acquired Over seven intellectually disciplined, richly textured decades Turns to cynicism, overnight, No longer recognizes you As its confidante, secret sharer, kindred spirit, friend,
Then you'd better become instantaneously suspicious, Strap on your shit detector, Assume your unpracticed position in existence's ejection seat, And steel your entire corporeal essence, your soul, also, For the commencement of Armageddon,
Because whether you realize it or not, The end times are abandoning you to death's black jackals, Stranding you in the Land of Transients, Leaving you to make your way back, alone, To that fount of knowledge, out of which you arose, so long ago.
And wouldn't you know that, just this demoralizing morning, Such a revelation is threatening to annihilate you, does, Scattering your body parts and psyche Across a wide swath of perturbing surreality, Effacing your name, your fame, your claim on sagaciousness,
Leaving your insight, your vision, into the mind of mankind Buried under twenty tels of Golden Age civilizations, Asking itself why, finally, Only the worshipers of golden idols survive, After all sacred books have been burned, prophets crucified.
Now, I, relegated to the status of anonymous spirit, The human heart's unnoticed footnote to history, Wander these bleak sands, in search of libation, grain, No longer in command of even an abbreviated alphabet, Just a strand of DNA, to fuel my return to wisdom's source.
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