Confessions of the impertinent predilections of a sinner...

Hollow enlightenment

on the path to realization
we all analyze and over analyze
until we have complicated the simple to the point of no return
its all for the exhiliration
of watching the complex crystalize
into tangible thought

and although its quite the temptation
to map out the fine lines and creases
that make up the microscopic gorgesof our most superficial skin
we would soon tire of the tracing
and wish to revert our knowledgeback to unchartered wonder

at some point
we're all guilty
of reading too much