The ghost of knowledge
is possibility. Untried possibility
is a life in vain.
Knowledge, always prepared for capture,
must be savored as a tenderloin,
while shared as a buffet.
The cloud of birds
that swoosh mid-air, collectively, indistinct,
I can perceive, yet bane to comprehend.
The curiosity of Life
is not that man eres or does evil,
but that man, by a larger margin,
judges him.
I think on God
and live by the Spirit I perceive to be that God.
I can do no better.
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