The Pursuit of Knowledge [Terza Rima 1]

But i -  all i am - made from - are words.

Thoughts - Dandelion seeds - drifting in wind 

Strands strung delicately in patterned 

Woven nests Sentences pressed Ideas in mind. 

Hastily sigh, creatively convey, feel

, And birthed dreams never said or find.  

My heart clutches similar burning ideal. 

Emotions I seek not, but only passion! 

Here lies, heart and mind, an inner ordeal. 

Knowledge! Cram all bits down my throat. My mission? 

consume it entirely, so i too become consumed by it.

To know is an infernal desire. A fission

Of thought brings pure ecstasy, fulfillment

for proclaimed voids between word symphonies 

bleeding through veins, chest, heart, mind oh so nonexistent.

I, Wordly Persistent.