POEM: Epistemic Hungry Ghost

blocks of knowledge
sit in rubble piles,
having been coveted, hunted, and horded,
they sit in rubble piles

the Epistemic Hungry Ghost
is too busy gathering blocks
to shove and nudge
them into load-bearing
structural integrity

that takes patience & a plan
there are too many blocks,
so many blocks —
ripe for the picking —
so many blocks

Who’d have thought learning could be a drug —
a crack-rock addition
with a prettier face
and prettier fidgets?

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