The Perfect Opacity of Perception

by

Doug Larson

After years of learning I have come to the conclusion
that I don’t know a damn thing.
Everything I have so methodically absorbed
has been excreted.
There are concretions in my mind that have eroded.
Beliefs and ideas that have systematically imploded
with each new breath I exhale I release
all that I have held as truth
as gas

and this too shall pass

for it is nothing more than a hiccup, really
an involuntary spasm of the diaphragm
and it doesn’t define me at all
or who I am.

I am a work in progress
a transmogrification of principles and perceptions
with chips and pieces falling to dust
revealing changing patterns in stubborn marble
new masques for old ideas
fresh twists in old rope
new upholstery over old wood

The image in the mirror is looking older
the eyes might look a little deeper
and are perhaps a little more revealing
but still I wear nothing more than a warm suit of flesh
dressed up and decked out for the reality of the world
spit polished and shined for the ball
having gained so much and come so far
yet still knowing nothing at all.

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from: Amsterdam, NY, US

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