impressive verbiage is strewn dramatically across the ether,
across the murky tangle, across the rhine, across the rhone,
across the yangtze and the missouri, across the room,
while ponderous intellects, massive collections of tenebrous
and brilliant neural pathways sit straining at each terminus
struggling valiantly against tenesmus, waiting patiently
for whatever brainfart happens to emerge

AHA!  here it comes one exclaims in gleeful anticipation
and then softly grunts oh yes oh yea oh parse this baby
but wonders morosely whether the receivers will really
quite GET it

and moments later, to the farthest reaches of ethereal space,
in the crevices and corners, in the lofty open spires and in
the dank and cramped keeps, the signal is received and translated,
decoded, recoded to the immense joy of other collections of neurons,
other aggregations of self-replicating, self-adulating,
self-masturbating
sacks of protein and protoplasm, other connoisseurs of the
commonplace, other high priests of mundanity and mendacity

who signal back to the originator yes yes yes this is the wisdom
that we longed for, this is the dream that haunted, these are the
words we wanted to say bravo bravissimo

pardon me … i only made wind

and … silence

not like pins dropping, or leaves falling,
but deep space between the stars …

suddenly a whisper and this too is knowledge grunt
this too is knowledge … uh …  this too is knowledge … uh …
yes we are the wise ones and this too is knowledge
and we are the wise ones who know and
we are the wise ones who have the neural capacity to digest it, and
we are the wise ones who have the perspicacity to appreciate it, and
we are the wise ones who have the sagacity to assimilate it

oh yes oh yes oh yes
we are the ones ... grunt
we are the ones ... grunt

we are the wise ones who know

grunt