I used to think ignorance was bliss
but then I kissed my ass goodbye
and opened up my mind infinitely.
I became possibility, and what did I see?
myself…
mosaic creation’d being:
all my pieced parts are you and me and we
every one and thing being in love.
so I don’t feel ignorance is bliss anymore.
I feel it’s a prison: divisions in the making.
I feel it’s war and apathy.
I feel it’s a sorry excuse for humanity:
nationality jaded.
I feel it’s children without hope,
starving in their bombed-huts…
while others are in the drive-up.
I feel it’s a copout.
I feel it’s greed and gluttony and perversion…
denial of subjectivity
in an immature tantrum…
a case of the conundrums.
I feel it’s conformity
and a made for t.v. movie,
or even a dumbed-down sitcom.
and religion on a Sunday morning.
I feel it invites mediocrity,
blind melancholy without seeing.
I feel it labels and makes us smaller;
I feel it denies our universal matter…
and wonder and imagination and beauty
I feel it’s just static scatter.
I used to feel ignorance was bliss.
