ForkWordPoems by Inchiki |
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School of the Unintelligible MediaAt a school both old and new Bachelors of the Unintelligible Media are we In suspension of disbelief We call on superstition the new logic. Our law is lore esoteric and our wisdom, pure madness! Don't ask about our history - it is firmly lodged There in the almanac of the sub-submarine mind Our presumption is this: the Unintelligible Medium Existent to us through the media of sense Sometimes called a Being, strokes us with a loving fist And in awe of its love we anoint the world For all students of art and humanity dance at it But brushed with the tactile log - logic It flinches away - leaving behind a sound bite Black hole big bang singularity paradox pantheon Of deities - to our amusement and frustration There it lie unrevealed unrivalled and reviled by space Seen not by looking but by sideways knowing Exerting itself in influence on every pin, ever stroking But never stroked - who says they do not know it? It is the lost necklace that touch knows was always there. We are but students in this awe, forever changing face There is no School in time or place, but here we are On the floor of Ockham's cutting room staring at the door 27 Watt (2005) |
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