He who studies for years,
Knows the framing of Socrates.
The truths of Science.
Is aware of the enormity of information –
Yet left to devour.
And still the hunger is infinite.
An endless gluttony,
Cursing themselves to eternal dosages,
Of everlasting voraciousness.
And yet –
This divine suffering,
Some claimed to be a dosage in numbers of arrows.
Madness and enlightenment –
Two sides of the same coin.
One and the same,
When distilled to essence.
Some of us are cursed by blood –
Born with the hunger.
And it only grows.
Knowing nothing but want,
Feeling nothing but potential,
Forever in scope.
Forever in scale.
Dead men,
Who know but fractions.
Stepping stones –
To leap.
Towards that impossible goal!
See,
I’ve met the devil,
In velvet & lace.
Pulled him to my bed.
Listened to a thousand bloody screams.
She had the face of a hundred dead philosophers,
Yet still left me wanting.
Remember –
The chase is forever,
& the journey is the destination.
Weaving patterns,
Half naked in the dark.
Reflections of old haymakers,
And shadows of uppercuts.
Sweat beading upon the nose.
Emerging from madness –
Knowing a path to enlightenment.
Then making the choice,
To toss it hastily over a shoulder.
Eccentricity be damned.
I’ll unhinge my jaw.
Sensation gorging –
Unto infinite nirvana.
Gift me all knowledge in the universe,
And love me amongst the stars.
The Forever Curse.
