I have no truth to speak
but a story to tell
and when my meaning is lost
the feeling is hell

there is no knowledge,
but scientia’s power it lies
and emptiness’ secret
wears a clever disguise

blood speared dagger
in the heart of this whale
and it’s meaningful message
this poem must spell

that multiplicity is found
you agree not in thoughts
that it takes a tumble and rest
and words count for naught

a metaphor or analogy
is where truths bosom does sit
and in jung’s deep dark basement
this pranksters jest brightly lit

love is understanding
and it’s opposite not
with patience do listen
what my idiocy brought

i am an idiot
i know nothing at all
and that is my tradition
and thats where I fall

i am an idiot
and i sing a song for life
that to know anything whatsoever
wreaks whaling, the genocide life

i am an idiot
i dont care about what is sound
but my intuitive heart finds
untangled in the misery of this ground

i sing a song of soap
that burns like a bush
and its cryptic and patient
and is not what it looks

because truth is a poem
its not in the words
its in the connections
that takes love’s time to unfurl

bright lotus flower
that sits in the mud of the dew
i know not how to argue it but
these metaphors might shew

patience not dagger
no defence nor attack
my white whale heart is just a mystery
neither nor white and yet part nil black

that’s duality without it’s opposite
but whats between the yin and yang
thats what my story wanted
and now I hope these words also brang

the sun never rises twice
and ideas are never the same
its in the dreams that it’s message
is as clear as the day

spear vs idea