Confusion/Burying a Cat

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I am confused, a most delightful state
When perusing abstract constructs up late
Body’s timetable a base of stability
While mind renders tunes from inner cacophony

Dwelling on epistemology, while I dig a hole
Knowledge is not crucial, but it can play a big role
In the search of Truth, understanding is sped by perspective
Knowledge grants you different eyes to see from in this respective
It is not the only way, but it is the easiest to access these days

I bury the cat in the garden, and wash up for lunch
Thoughts on morality, pre-existence, afterlife, Cthulu munch
I dream that I’m a natural disaster, firestorm, bringer of chaos
That duality you talked about exists here, the physical and the mental
When one is stable the other can embark on discovery within confusion
I begin to ponder anew, is it better to own your house or live in a rental.

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Published by whenmarsmetsaturn

I was born during the Great War between Mars and Saturn. When I was a wee laddie, I had to go wee-wee and landed on the planet Earth. I ate some ice cream that the muses had recommended. The vanilla affected my sense of direction and I haven't been able to find my way to my spaceship ever since. I was stranded on a planet where I didn't belong. To get revenge, I decided to write travesties of literature in order to annoy the muses.

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6 thoughts on “Confusion/Burying a Cat”

    1. Thank you for the kind thoughts. The cat was a very temporary resident, gone before any of us could grow attached. The death happened a while ago, I merely resurrected the memory for effect.
      We do not know nothing, Aristotle’s dialectic may have been misquoted. We know something, but the things we don’t know may as well be infinite.

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    2. That reminds me… I wanted to give him a proper grave, and ended up breaking the pickaxe on a hidden layer of granite. I still have to replace the tool. There’s a poem in there somewhere, about graves and granite… It’s strange how these normal everyday occurrences can hold meaningful universal symbols.

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