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.