I don't want to study anymore.

I just want to know

In a Supra-cognitive way

All the renditions of reality

Without the high-pitched drama.

I want to stick my head up into the clouds

And feel the fine mist of dew precipitate,

Gather on my face and pool and trickle down

To reciprocate as freshwater tears.

I will ruminate and see

Each macro-microcosmos in the droplets that I eat,

Then it will be a part of me,

And I can know without knowing.

But I don't want to study anymore.

I just want to know,

Where do babies really come from?

-jenn