When you seek knowledge
It finds you, you don’t find it.
It makes a secret path
And comes to you
Like a blessing, like a sadist,
Like a comforting mother,
A rapist, a tirane, a nurse
And sometimes, it’s an embellishment,
And sometimes it’s a scar.
Sometimes you take it out on the stage,
Sometimes you hide it in the darkest of holes
And make it as silent as a stone.
Knowledge, dear, knowledge-
Tamed words and raging thoughts.