What is Wisdom? She IS.
With days come nights. Palms change hands. In a given second, to mean eternity, these worlds shall pass.
The fight is immortality. Humans have a time with it—to undress death, to outwit him.
Looking at palm prints, psalm treasures, tress and dance.
To hear spirit, to feel a soul, to play guitar in ballet.
Couldn’t believe it, just argued life, so spatial, most never felt the seaquake; tone different, trying harder, old slavery chains.
Deep in woods, commandeering scripture, fighting for a way to survive.
