This is for you

Two poems I wrote a few years ago:

Potsherds and Broken Glass

Potsherds and broken glass

the ground is silky strewn

with sections

                        Jagged

stolen from the whole

But the bowl is not found

In the clay that surrounds it

But in the space contained;

The idea that maintains it

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The vase without flowers
Waits the long hours
to fall off its pedastal
and break.

I've been noticing that a lot of people that put academic areas as their interests (I've noticed this especially with neuroscience and philosophy) are those that know very little about those areas.