Lisa Marguerite Mora
the line echoes in me
like water holding a wave
if only for a moment
knowledge
so often my only armor
my only cargo
my only wish to grant
and lately
at least sometimes
the wares I carry
that no one wants
we as a people
have grown tired of knowledge
superstition is more fun
it dances
and changes costume
while knowledge
sits on a chair
and grows wearisome
a guest that reminds us
the world ignores our wishes
we turn our backs on it
dance with the frantic
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