I turned to face The Wordand as it yielded its wieldy wisdom
on golden-edged page
I shouted,
How dare you speak to me,
Flesh,
with such a tome.
If the world
speaks any message
so urgent
I will learn it
through cricket's crisp tune
and the herb's potent bloom.
I will breathe in
the moist sunbeams of morning
and know.
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