In Bliss Poem by Paul Perkins

Do not talk. I don't want to know. Do not explain. I do not want to learn. Leave in peace. It is too hard to take in useless thoughts. I do not want to know your experiences nor contemplate your views. I have too many of my own. Again I ask, leave me in peace. I have all I can bear to know and still remain comfortable. I do not want to see anything new, nor do I wish to hear anything from you. Can't you see it would be an unfair burden at my age to let anything remove me from my bliss? It may be called ignorance, it may be called foolingness, it may be called dangerous. I call it my bliss. You must know that at best I will ignore you, at length I may correct you, at worst I will fight you - for my bliss. The blind see more than they can bear, as do the deaf and the impoverished. So today leave me alone to rest in my trash heap. Stand far away where you can clearly see from afar that I do not wish to hear, see, nor be near. If you must, just watch and understand why I sit at this vantage of such a treasured heap of the discarded viewpoints that others would not keep. See me only and do not speak. I am the king in blissful sleep. - PP 02/20/2002