The Table
Why must we degenerate
Everything into debate?
Why must our egos
Be desperate to prove
The few things
That we believe ourselves to know?
Why must we cut
With sterile rationality
Into the Holy Body?
What possible purpose
Is an autopsy
Performed upon Pure Light?
Does it provide any understanding?
Does it accomplish any point? -
Only in that it demonstrates our foolishness.
Does one have the capacity to understand this statement?
Not if one thought the autopsy was
A good idea in the first place:
That mind is earth-bound
And clucks in pleasant carnal anticipation
As it shuffles the deck
Anticipating the Game
Already visualizing the royal flush
Of success
Of irrefutability
Of proving it’s point
Of knowing more than the others at the Table
When the truth is
None who chose to play this game
Actually have the ability
To win.
---unAsleep