i promise you something
a bear is not what you think
a fox is not what you think
are you holding a glass?
throw it down
it is not what you think
you think you know yourself?
that too is made of glass
shatter it
the world, time, history, tomorrow
on the way to the cave
i came upon a bear
i came upon a fox
they were not what i thought
i studied them
i made new thoughts
i took photographs
i wrote into the metal of my mind
truths
yet the bear and the fox are still not what i think
over and over i shatter little ideas like stalactites in the cave
but they press forward recreating themselves in new forms
obscuring my view
the world is a cave
our thoughts are not real
break them, throw them to the ground
find the light
