Tabula Rasa

Tabula rasa (Latin: scraped tablet or clean slate) refers to the epistemological thesis that individual human beings are born with no innate or built-in mental content, in a word, "blank", and that their entire resource of knowledge is built up gradually from their experiences and sensory perceptions of the outside world

                                                                                    -- Wikipedia

Estragon (aphoristic for once): We are all born mad. Some remain so.

                                                                        Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

what should now be said

to the young man grown old

what charmed wind

struck and calendered the days

and left songs unsung

whilst the slow, scolding etch of time

utters its sole remark

into the vibrant air

I've found a grass path I'll follow to its end

what torn loss

squirming with intellect and wonder

was ushered to the door

and left standing there;

how unrolls now the pinch of pain

left there by its charges
what hurt thing

now arches its back lazily

builds a fire de facto over head

and asks: why is it?

I've found all manner of speaking no cope for words

whose yearning was it

that held its breath easily

which lie

spread amongst all the old lies

left its mark of grief

coloured clouds of despair

and launched the breach

of air

I've found what fullness of self was left hiding there...

what trial is still held between clenched teeth

and chasms of silence

what cavernous vent

tears again this way

where sour history gets foaming rent

all beliefs contain some form of lie

hidden deep beneath their meaning

I've found it's not enough to be worldly in affairs....

where child goes I

innocent face washed clean

held mortal brief by hollow stem

and quite simply, plumply

lowered gently into the ground