He demands I will myself to do The Good –
why do I read this?
his words are dense, archaic
on a blue-light screen
they seem
pointless in today’s age
this sorrowful, skinny man
begs me from long ago
but he softens my edges
takes me away from
today’s wild world
people sell me things
I don’t need
but I buy anyway
five bucks down interweb drains
my brain
on Kierkegaard
(Photo is Soren Kierkegaard in the coffee-house, Source: Wikimedia Commons)
