Pretentious Poem

Morning comes deeply, yet serenely, 

Into the heart of my cerebral empire.

It drives silver-cotton flames
Of lovelorn infinitdude

Into the Soul of Eternity
And the dark heart of Otherness.

Why?:-~#

Because, therefore and unto
We never know what knowing is.

And we never know 

What it is like to know never.

Never mind.

Our minds never mind...

Though deep in the pink forest 

A dog is howling at the straddled moon.