Monday, September 6, 2021

Before the Bonfire

What I know,
What I bothered to learn
I had to make up.

The facts, it turns out,
Are never enough 
Unless they add up —

And there are 
Far too many
Differential equations

To turn ennui
And powerlessness 
Into bliss,

The bliss of 
An orderly mind
In an orderly world,

Where pain is
Speculated about daily
For not being known,

Although it looks like
That is all
That was left

In the last pot of gold
Shining as
The ultimate value,

For that, it turns out,
Is all we know,
The gaps

And our greed
To have them