sea of blind knowledge

December 2, 2019December 2, 2019Uncategorized2 Comments

Who knows how to feel anymore?
Days flit by, we miss them go bye,
Too busy, we worship lights and CV
And awake. Awake? What do we do awake?
Then, well, we lose sleep. But why? why? why?

Is it the light of the sky?
Nay.
Is it the light in a lover’s eye?
Nay.
Is it the light of a candle?
Nay.
The light of the moon, It must be.
Nay. Nay. None of that.
Just a rectangle, a hand-caller to show us all we want.

A sea of blind knowledge and bodiless friends.

Welcome to the twenty-first, youth, the century of the zombie.

Published by Issa Dioume

I am a Frenco-Senegalese writer employing the English language to compose his pieces. I am an aspiring-novelist constantly aiming to perfect his craft. I hope you will find that I have much to say when much must be said and little to be said when little needs to be said. View all posts by Issa Dioume