Books in Cave Nooks
In the cave of ignorance lives impulse
That suckles the darkness with sleep.
Fearing any fire that hath cast shadows
Or stories against the epistemic cavern
walls
That speak no language and follow no
thought
Since Ignorance keeps company with the formless.
What they can fear is what they can see.
The child, that spoke without sense
And who was casted out to the unknown,
Reappeared at the myopic opening
From where nothing is understood.
Because all things are the same
and never
change.
From old knowledge - forms are being
re-collected.
And now, one word doubles into two words
And then, two words become four
And four words become eight -
And soon the cave dwellers
Claim a mother tongue.
Back deep in the cavern’s shrine of the ancient
It is soon written that holds:
No sentient
Shall keep words
Forever from books retracted
Unless mandated
By the digital wiki gods
Who reign over the cave of the redacted.
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