On Knowledge

On Knowledge

By Jax Soon-Legaspi

hidden in the space between eyes, ears, faulty-wired brain

festering between connective tissue and dead skin

a million filters, flaws, human errors

that butcher the world into finger food

digestible, devourable, grabbed at and wolfed down

reality by the handfuls

fixed so fully on the backs of our eyelids

trapping x-rays in glass bottles, shaking like fireflies until it shines

translating infrasound into music we can dance to in the bedroom

trying to learn a language with barely a sentence

grasping for air, longing to hold the weight of mountains in our hands

we’re not made for this—

but when has that stopped us

and is it not noble

to try to understand anyway