Wisdom is a Mistake

I, hypocrisy, hereby promise 
To cease loving wisdom 
To end philosophy 
And fight against knowledge 
By inaction 
By producing no visible artifact 
As the search has lead here 
It's time to cover the tracks 
In the excrement from the digestion 
Of too many books 
Kaleidoscopically rendered 
Across double the number of eyes 
Required for the dimensions I need 
Two is also more than necessary 
And legibility makes crime 
And thus rather than tap the brakes 
I'll remove the engine block 
And tend to the wild field 
With a casual nose 
Noting the smell of sagacity 
Throwing the record to the wind