i slur the words
my perturbed ignostic conjecture
from my slouched intellectual posture
to arrive at some sort of truth
some vision of infinite complexity
broken.
i seem to find it
only just before it is lost
in my sleep where
i return to that place
where color and fear are real
and just like you
i dream of the leaves
collecting at my feet
sufficate and wake
to wade through the gravity
all knowledge lost
under the weight of
the physical reality.