The Poet

The poet tells me to read a book,
But he is unclear about what even he means himself.
To him, knowledge is agreement on a subject
Between two people... and that's what establishes wisdom.
Yet how can they be agreed, if they themselves
Do not even know what they mean when they speak?
Agreement is then, just mocking sounds
That neither one has the slightest knowledge for.
I'd rather never read another book again,
If that is what he gets from them.
I'd rather read nature, than a book.