This a poem highlighting the barren view of life that rugged reasoning can impose on the awesome experience of consciousness. Life is much more than sterile propagation of the specious.
Dogged Reasoning
He wood
Knot know
Consciousness
If he
Saw it
In have
Sum magic trick
Where the john doesn’t know jack
His nerves
Firing him
From some inescapable Job
A backward god
Making life
A bitch
And then sum
