Lost Car, Found Keys


Epistemological hallucinations are the first sign of philosophical insanity
Of losing the Christ star while mixing the batter of brownies a bit too leprotic
But finding has always required losing, losing is all that is worthwhile
For when it is done all you can do is find yourself, your keys, your mind


This is not my recommended action


Grab at what must be more than air
Don’t make the mistake of thinking mistakes are mistakes
Of thinking ghosts are dead
Of thinking about what others are thinking
Because they aren’t

 Published at Modern Literature