Poetry

FACES OF WISDOM

You lord of wits
Who has the air, water and moon?
You lord of wits
I was borne to hear you too soon.
Taking my roles and my short skits,
First you came as a child by noon
then as monsters in a cartoon
You lord of wits.

Sharpー
Precision,
Dignified phases
taking the shape of status.
Becoming the untold god
Lost coincidence
found in age
Time.

You lord of wits
cold dark sun of the afternoon
You lord of wits
Six three times like the month of June.
eyes like the lukewarm in dark pits
Whale in the heart of our lagoon.
The one fed to us with one spoon
You lord of wits

Prime
Existing,
the one like diamond
Today stone, tomorrow a rock.
Tomorrow rock, next – my precious.
Heal our foolish scars
Redeem us
Sense.

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