Saturday, March 4, 2017

An inconsistent inconsistence

I have a thirst unquenched by seven seas
And a hunger that cannot be sate 
Feeling naked under the thickest veil
And despite roving eyes, remain blind
I have learned enough to know me unlettered
And am blessed with wisdom to play a fool
Amidst these treasures, still a pauper

Alive, I walk and laugh pretending at death

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