Thoth's Curse

[tun]

What you're describing is the Curse of Thoth. Of knowing, and not in the biblical sense, but in the biblical sense.

The need to know. The curse of the ability to know and to know well.

To see what's happening and what will happen. To have the ability to create art instead of simply live.
To hoard and obsess as a natural tendency, an evolved trait of function and habitat, sticking paperbags and glass bottles and cardboardboxes to a beaversdam, not as dwelling or extension but the very activity is living.

Demonic poetry is taking the Eightfold Path and making ever widening and complex mandalas. Simplicity and complexity like dark and light, silence and noise and groan and speech.

There are no such things as contradictions. Poetry creates contradictions and conflicts and dramas for its own benefit, like a beaver makes a dam and a man makes a house of cards and a child makes a sandcastle. Like the environment and atmosphere make a scene and some weather. Like an actress makes a movie and a dream and a poet.

How are simple devices repetitively, mechanically and systematically deployed to avoid expressing evident ontological insecurities straightforwardly in order to apprehend/encounter meaning and its inevitable outcomes 'The Curse of Thoth'?