As The Blood Flows

The less I know, the more I am.
The less I see, the more I grow.

An empty cup left lonely
in an invisible room;
a room created by the
humility experienced
by its builder.

Once upon a time
the cup held stars of amber;
golden lights that shone
for all the jungle
to be.

Lies have overwhelmed
and so it sits empty;
deserted in the forest of
mockers who have
lost touch with
living.

The less I am, the more I become.
The less I say, the more I absorb.

Perspective is often
a planet of dissection;
where rambling
words are celebrated
in the cities of
surrender.

In a thought, with
nothing but a gesture;
I smash the cup.
Its' shards of glass
slipping carelessly
into the veins
of thinking.

The less I become, the more I am.
The less I share, the more I arrive.

Can you taste the
medication
that is defining me?