Known Known Known

Knowledge grows a hedge
and wishes it could take over
the cellular strictures
that otherwise operate
outside of its control.

That's a prognosis of a problem
a psychosis of a goblin
a mark of the pain
that disenabled
every ideal from surfacing
and serving a double tisk tiskey
to another over-swerved mind.

Whatever the solution
dissolution is ensured.
To be assured
is to lose the bread
and plead filthy
to this charged-up
sit-down world