The Name Which Is Wisdom
it was long ago
when time never
noticed us --
that our love
was birth
outside of thought;
by magical winds
by tragic whims
by all that is
Birth,
And now: time is
begging something
called "age"
which by love is
a flower born
a child grown
a word worn
the name which
is wisdom.
:: 09-08-2017 ::
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