Kite to Kierkegaard
Ontologically challenged
With atrophied arguments
Paradigms are chimed
To nascent navels.
But there is no wisdom
That needs to be shouted
Whispering it blisters
A capriccio in braille.
Sewn in the discovery
Of threads unconnected
It erases the spaces
Between “either” and “or.”
Not fenced in the furrows
Of cloistered scholastics
I nuzzle the notion
That it might be neither.