In honor of World Poetry Day, this is something I came up with. Click here to hear me read it. I don’t know if its any good, but it came out of me. The formatting is intentional, but buggy. Feel free to comment if it looks out of place (some of the line spacing is off as far as I can tell but not the indentations).
I know what it is
to be afraid of what I have created.
To lack the understanding
needed to care for it.
To determine the application
of my technology
Others will misapply it.
Others will tear it apart.
Others will not understand.
And yet,
I continue creating…
It languishes inside me.
That which drives to be spoken into existence.
How can I speak that life
and death
into existence?
How can I know which it will be?
Life or Death?
Nay, I know it is death.
But I must bring it to life,
or I shall find my own death.
It will eat me if I do not speak it.
It will drive me insane.
It will push me out of myself.
How can one control one’s own mind without emptying it?
Yet, I have learned to beat the Pythagorean cup.
It ever expands and I cannot push back
because I don’t want to.
I crave knowing & understanding & wisdom.
Because I just want to connect with you,
even if you can only connect to part of me.
Who can know all that I know?
There is no one.
Alone and hungry to grow further
to stretch beyond what might be the limit
more & more there is no end.
And so I must create
to communicate
hopefully
with that
which I have created
for before you, I am.
