Wised up
I tried to tie things up in neat little knots,
no stone within my sweep unturned,
searching for that which I know not,
the oddities in my purse proving nothing
but contributing somehow to a hard won conviction
that the truth will one day be mine.
Taking solace in the premise that when the blinds
are at last drawn shut, I’ll be nearer to the goal,
having not realized as yet any truth
but having been wised up
more and more by that which is
illusory, valueless and untrue.
O child of God, explore your every conjecture
as you roam these hills so far from home.
drawing by Rich Panico
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