Awaking in Third Person Singular

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Awaking in Third Person Singular

Sticky Words
Seeking knowledge
Odd and Distant
Take Me
Too late
Why and How

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.

AuthorD.A. Lori
2018-08-21T17:22:38+00:00 June 21st, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 96|0 Comments