For you, conversation is a one way sign
staked in the ground
showing what you know
You're the sign and I am the universe
I'm pretentious and ignored
When I shine a flashlight in your
already blind eyes
it burns but you wouldn't know
You don't even know
what a red-meated human being
smells like
but you know the contours of your
own brain

Now tell me,
What do I know?