READ FULL POEM BELOW --------------------------------------------- Answer me in riddles. I'm tired of being told that I've been told - In bold capitalized italic smoldering fonts - That what I already know. Yet, to know is to lose, To want is to hold; and I'm sure, There's more. That what lies enfolded, Unsold, in willful nonchalance. That of a wispy mould Slipping through the cerebral crevices, That which nests in the limitlessness between Parallel lines. An answer so old the tongue forgot Its shape. My quantized self-worth today Seeks the irrational; the release from gravitational hold; The vanity of the abstract that sanity can't uphold. Let go of what's real, what's tangible, That which eyes can behold. Answer - in riddles - the questions yet unborn Floating in amniotic fugue, tethered to the stronghold Of embryonal head-cold. Set free that which remains uncontrolled. Answer me in riddles - lest the mold of words Confines it manifold. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #tincanpenman #fridaypoem #riddleme #poetryfortoday #poetswork #riddlerhymes #seekinganswers #questionunanswered #poetryforinstagram #instapoetry #poeticjuice #tellmewithouttellingme #tellmemore #teachmetodoitmyself #learningisgrowing #thinkitover #poetryforall #phillypoetryscene #philadelphiapoets #poetsofphilly (at Riddles) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRZyxsEspc8/?utm_medium=tumblr









