"knowledge"
- and the moon speaks again
- May 19, 2021
- 1 min read
Bottles of potions
of violet and magenta
and wooden tables
upon which books of old knowledge
and quilled ink rest,
I want to know,
to understand and to love,
the stars mapped on the ceiling
and the knowledge that I never had,
this is the place that I dream of
and cry in-
I weep for the knowing they could have had.
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