shopping

i need to follow this train of thought to the end
the amount of knowledge now
parsed by my tiny brain
washes everything away every time i sleep

i need to learn more
so that one day
without the internet
i will know everything i need
to know in order to stare back at you
offering a diluted meaningless solution
of the tiny moments
that so long ago meant enough
to prevent my shoes from
detaching from the ground

ran the gamut
every rock turned over
squinted closely at the veins in the leaf
the veins in the skin
listened to the water
always too preoccupied with the curve
and the feel
to notice the tragedy of the direction or
the gaping hole where a motive should be