Lamp and Spinoza

A Poem by Douglas Caraballo

Photo by Syed Hussaini on Unsplash

The high altitude has warped your perception,
the ordained can not bear the brunt of their faults.
You have left us abandoned.

I read the greats.
I read beneath the last light on earth.
I read and read,
and learn only that I do not understand.

Do not trust the all knowing,
for they have not learned.
They feel the exposure of their limits,
and impose their fear upon the world.

They believe everything they read, or have read.
They see with instructed eyes,
Eyes glazed over and dull with the lack of thought.
Do not believe men who proclaim final solutions.
There is no finality in this infinity.

Right now there is only this lamp and Spinoza.