Boundaries

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Isn’t there a kind of reasoning

that depends on the collection

 

of more and more data? A kind

of gluttonous reasoning, a logic

 

that consumes so much, a logic

that concludes through leaving

 

no stone unturned. “The solution

is contained in these data

 

of which I have left nothing out.

All this information, swallowed

 

by me, has granted the solution.

I own it, in my belly.”

 

The last time we met you were polite --

gently letting me enter, bit by bit 

 

getting a sense of who I was

and who I could be. A sampler.

 

“Top or bottom?” you asked me

and that was knowledge,

 

which I thought to keep to myself,

so afraid of consumption.

 

When a snake swallows

a smaller snake whole, the snake

 

becomes the snake.

This time, please, consume me. Split open 

 

your belly to let me in. Just as gently

but so much faster. Digest me first

 

and ask questions later. Warm up my 

everything with the lining of your tummy

 

and before long you’ll know everything. 

This time, please, consume me.

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