They Always Know

somehow,

the experts always know,

they know the when,

they know the how,

they know the why,

knowing is their

life ambition;

they know why Sylvia put

her head in the oven,

they know better

than family or friends,

they know long after

knowing has ceased to matter;

egotistical bags of pus,

charlatans of the deep,

keepers of destructive dust,

purveyors of lost lust,

grubby little cock roaches

grasping at forgotten fables,

they know it all;

just one clear breath,

sensitive and deep,

truth beyond the

know-it-alls and

self-imposed experts,

just a small glimpse

past the illusion,

no reasoning without honor,

no philosophical babble

rising from the decay,

no self-righteous,

self-serving,

bullshit;

no how,

no why,

no when,

no knowing;

only cool, quiet thought

within the madness.

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