There is,
I hear myself saying,
and this is enough.
I wonder,
I hear myself asking,
whether or which.
Words insist,
I hear myself saying,
wisdom that isn't.
Listen, listen,
I hear myself whisper,
sufficiency is....
and pull another weed
from the marigold bed.
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