Five
Chantene
Knowledge. What I
love. What I crave.
Never enough but
plety sinks. More
to get and more
to serve. The more I
drown the less lonely.
I have knowledge.
Learn that. I have
knowledge. Know that.
Drown with me.
Sink from me. Know
of not retardness but
of acceleration. Try not
but to persuade but to know
I will not perish
without your knowledge.
Find it in my soul
and think and not
of yours but of your shit.