Wednesday, September 27, 2006

poem: knowledge

Knowledge

Infinite rows of books
a labyrinth constructed with the
steel of knowledge,
cold and unshakeable.

She wanders through the maze,
each step evoking wonder
awe,
like witnessing the death of a phoenix
birth of a star
flight of a snowflake.

Her discoveries are endless
a slice of sky
stretched out for her to walk on,
she could traverse forever
and never tire,
sustained by the ambrosia of knowledge.

But in the shadows cast by the
forgotten corners of the labyrinth,
she sits quietly,
an unacknowledged vacuum in the heart
in spite of the wondrous sights surrounding her,
beguiling her with whispers of power
crimson petals of beauty
Domination.

Knowledge cannot fill her heart after all,
allowed only to reside within the
realm of the mind,
a cool steel prison.

And the pit remains in her heart,
filled with coals of desire
nothing but cold black pieces of rock
without a spark to ignite the fire,
Just an empty fireplace...

Written at 5:08 AM