tonight the totality of human knowledge
hit me on the head
I saw it coming out of the corner of my eye
but I couldn’t move in time
so I stood transfixed.
and it impacted my skull.
a small knowledge, the one I had
shoved, shot out the other side
and now I can barely speak
by what right do even these marks carry meaning
I garble at the passing of the gargantuan object
it all looked the same
so many fragmented taxonomies
so many grey papers,
and shock only at the mass
there is the solace.
the golden wisdom of myself.
slowly I engage again the differential.