is it lighter?
I can’t tell—that’s the way
light is sometimes
*
remind me again,
what are we circling? and what
is it circling us?
*
not bell, not mirror
not sigh, not kiss, not morning,
not moon, not kiss, but
*
is it possible
that I might praise
everything
*
oh yes, I remember,
be a fool—that is what
the wise man said
Those first two questions, such puzzles, posed so poetically. Love that last one especially, a great summer(sic)-upper.
Thanks amigo great pun I should know you would spring that on me, and you should know that I would fall for it
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sometimes light weighs us down, making it heavier, not lighter;
is it the drain we’re circling, and buzzard circling us?
[but] ’tis mystery
“Are you ready to say, Yes, to the world as it is?”
“I am the wisest man in all Athen, because I know that I know nothing.” -Socrates
…er, “wisest man in all Athen_s_.” Socrates: wise. Me, not so much at that moment.
aw, even wise men misspell things sometimes
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