Cog

Wednesday

Who am I

to

Interpret words

As if they were my own

As though understanding

came through osmosis

As though osmosis and I were one

Instead of through experienced

bloody tears

torturous and scrabble-fought

and biased and missed

Insistent on separating

Knowledge from Wisdom

As if I simply knew

Could tell one’s bite on my ass from the other’s

As if I could see through

All of the red and

Parse all the in-betweens

?

and then the worst

To foolhardily pass that on

diluted

In a game of telephone

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