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I found Wisdom; reflected in a bathroom mirror

There in the dimples that have

Migrated from the rose cheeks

Of  youth,

To rest in the cheeks  crowning  my lower limbs


Naked,  She  points to the collection of rocks

On my fingers, noting  their lack of  

Magnificence  to  those worn by

Ocean shores ,  their lack of

Brilliance to that of the setting sun


She has been hidden

In time, wrapped tightly in the

Cocoon of  learning, laughing, loving

She is not Knowledge,   She is not

Time,  She is


Wisdom,  She does not lie

Nor hold anything back when stripped

And while She begs acceptance for her virtue

“Not Old,” She cries

“I am – Forever Eternal



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