Aug 312011

There is no learning but to yearn and yearn,
And by wanting see what we think we are
(Composed of stuff from a farther star).--
Desire deep-in to recklessly burn;
Desire to assemble what all we are
By partial parts into one whole complete;
To work out the sum where integers meet
And write an answer without a scar,
Without a stitch where kissing incompletes
Tell-out by telltale the nightly labor
Used to unify our dawning wonder
That recklessly burns with day's own heat--
Until our in-dark echo cries for night,
Cool and apart, and all away from sight.

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