dark wood hermit

a mad hermit
in dark wood
of mind
carving reality
with steel
seeking a gnosis
not found bound
in books
he eats his own
careful to skip
that precious bone

Village idiot

I learned something new this holiday weekend (it being the Fourth of July yesterday):

I learned that I know nothing.

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no more troubadours

no more
troubadours
their lutes left
to rot in the rain
their lovesick
verse given
to the flame

off to mountains
and hermitage
no more troubadours
again