One true glimpse of this candle
Is more philosophy than thousands of words from Wittgenstein
I spit at the books of each & every dead philosopher
(except for Nietzsche who is alive, bless him)
Too many words, too many thoughts
You bastards did nothing!
But think about thinking!
You sicken me more than red spiders hatching eggs behind my eyes!
You sicken me more than people portraying snakes!
You sicken me more than money! More than myself!
Someone please forgive me
I'm bored with the poets
Constantly on about what is and isn't poetry
This morning reading Jim Harrison again:
"One day my love I'll see your body from the left side of my face"
I'm going to sleep, not at all right in the mind
Wake me up with a philosophy that reckons with the primacy of experience
Wake me up with a philosophy simple & to the point
One true glimpse of this candle
And I touch the ashes these words are destined to become—
A RELATIVE MADNESS © 2023 Daniel Cyran