In a sanctuary with walls
made of paper and stories,
I fall to my knees, with reverence still,
and whispers surround
of the tales and the turnings
they have left here for me.
Here, let me soak in a thousand languages
so I can ask in a thousand ways
Why? How? Tell me more.
Show me spirit from a million refracted angles,
let me catch its shadow
in centuries of dusty mirrors.
Lift up your feet,
what marks has your journey left on you?
I trace your scars like fault lines
and ache to know their origin.
Teach me, as I sink my hand in
the green water at the lure of a coin,
why the bubbles move that way
and tell me all the things we still don’t know.
May I expand till a world’s worth of
wisdom fits inside me,
as I build bridges of myself
with leather-bound volumes
and fractals of
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