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Crashing Child

by Richard Colinson

Nothing is fixed as is should be
A crashing child all at sea
Blundering into this and that
Knowing not much about knowledge
But a foolish mirage
That it all logically follows
From some rock sold axioms
Yet to be determined

Surrounded by minds that tick and know
How to order the world
Which plants go where
And the colour a carpet should be
Mystified I wondered
About the epistemological foundations
Of the answers to these questions
And others like them
As I struggled to tie my shoelaces

I now wonder how I came to be so rigid
Annihilated by the smallest displacement
Ill equipped with a mind
That did not grasp
Things or minds
As it should


03/10/2010

Author's Note: I was a strange child.

Hopefully I will get through this introspective stage soon and start writing about something further afield than my navel.

Posted on 03/10/2010
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