Diseducation

flake in the december snow
The wind of truth freezing the boughs of life
It takes more for the elm to flicker
I feel relativity while they try to modelize the universe

I saw the tree through the window of history
But not the forest all around

I limp in a logical cage
Hang on my deepest thoughts
Cloistered in my habits
My heat plastered with mud of pride

I saw the tree through the window of history
But not the forest all around