The Wise Men

by mudrhetoric

I’m trying to empty my mind.
A settlement of peace.
I enumerate my desires.
Bly says to desire is sweet.
A fragrance.
I hope to one day embody that.

I admire older men.
Wise men.
Who’ve been there before.
Dispensations.
Repositories.

But I’m not ready for it.
I’m not old enough yet.
When I’m their age.
I’ll know.
But why not today.

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