I feel as though I’m moving beyond poetry

Too much information to process
Putting it into words
Become a waste of time

Judging by the blank page
That roars before me…and you
A shortage of dots it seems
According to the factory
Headquartered in Japan
No more to plant? Ever???
Let alone connect

A thinker no less
Overwhelmed by the imagery
How mankind nature and the universe
Are continually interacting
With too many words needed to capture it all
And yet
Creating new constellations galaxies
Invisible
On that same blank page

Behold
The child has developed artificial intelligence
A monster even?
Then let it write its own poetry
While I lie on the floor doing the funky chicken
Somewhat disconnected from it all

I use the word Philosophy loosely
For I am but a humble thinker
Without a university degree
Though my internal compass points true north
A free spirited Sasquatch
Bohemian on the prowl

Perhaps it’s time to create a new kind of literary history
Without blank pages
Nor dots to connect them with

Meanwhile
There are nights when my brain won’t stop working
Mind will not go to sleep
Above in the dark void of sky
Constellations and galaxies are forming
Each one calling my name
The many sides of me
Will not cease their ranting
Until I knock them out
With the aid of Lady Lorazepam

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02/03/2016

Posted on 02/03/2016
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