Of Knowledge
It looks like a fist,
red hot and ready.
It smells like water
from a petrified spring.
It feels like the skin
of an intimate ankle.
It sounds like an empty room.
Fall, it could be a knock.
It tastes like leaving,
sweet sand on my tongue.
A waterfall of teeth marks unearth
the road to the core.
Clouds race like dogs over land 
There's a pot of steamy nimbus being cooked 
rising from a hot pool surrounded by snow 
Geyser springs are beautiful open sores 
Undersea thermal bubbles endless cotton candy 
Fire and water give birth to crusty daughter 
Like a star being born in steam 
Liquid rock cools hardens like chocolate shell 
Is a volcano simply a giant pimple 
When it blows there goes fiery pus 
Boiling lava might as well be lighted ice cream 
Millions of trees get knocked over like pick-up sticks 
Volcano blown, now the scab is much smaller 
Volcano dead not unlike stone sculpture 
Mountainous fingers feel their way across earth 
without moving more than inches a year 
Big ants run get squashed by falling buildings 
Earthquake fault merely seams on a baseball 
Maybe a waterfall is just a runny nose
Ski jumper, you know you look like a flying
squirrel when you spring in the sky, don’t you
Luge (and Skeleton), how does it feel to be a bullet
rocketing down an open barrel (head first)
Alpine skiers, are you speeding down that hill like
someone who forgot to turn off their car alarm
Snowboard racers, do you enjoy being a gang
of four hopping over speed bumps made of snow
Cross country, why do I think of you as a human
Hot Wheel forced to row two sticks up snowy track
Speed skaters, you seem like a hip grandfather
clock when you swing your pendulum arm, no
Women’s hockey, two Chinese dragons guard
the net, is that a powerful mindset, or what
Skating pairs, do you love flinging
your partner in the air (I’ll wait)
Curling, who can scrape the smooth clean
kitchen floor of ice most efficiently
Slope style, do you think you live to twist and
twist and twist and twist again
Bobsled, isn’t this an amusement park ride
(sure looks like one)
Ski cross, you appear to start like a penguin
and turn into a shark with fins, right
Figure skaters, why is the Russian girl so
triple axel athletic over the others
Mass start, you begin together as a centipede,
yet seek to split apart for individual victory, yes
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