there's a place
beyond which
i cannot go
where mind stretches taut
to Know
to pierce the God walls
that entomb the Truth
the Answer …
or something
more important
… and final
celestial mental minders
cling to my thoughts
like jealous cats
guarding secret mouse lairs
locking, blocking, stopping
Thought Processes,
forbidding entry to the
Fruit of Final Knowledge
on penalty of …
something more is intuited
without the thinnest edge
of reason to justify pursuit
nothing cannot exist
sayeth the little mind of man
to its Self
in its dream
or His,
or Hers,
or theirs,
or …
there is no sense to this
only nagging, fleeting innuendo
teasing my highest faculties,
taunting me to follow, to wonder,
to ponder, to surrender to
… nothing
where nothing lives or dies,
or laughs
… or cries
wrecked on deadly shoals
off sealess shores
I scratch futilely
on the immutable wall-face
of Forbidden Knowledge
to gain entry,
which
never
comes
where are the Gods
they speak of
when our fears
reassemble our eternal atoms
into adversarial
random
patterns
of chaos?
the illusion of well being
evaporates for one terrifying
moment of truth and
we see …
if there's a hell, said daddy,
this is it
and at least that's
… something
if it is
hell or not
not allowed are we
to know anything
… important