They smell the grass and enlighten their lives,
They feel the harsh water of the livid sea,
They fight and tighten a raft after the record,
And then the fists are turned in the direction
Of a fight, this sight is awesome like the night.
These philosophers enlighten a holy man
Whose wise air is a burden to the wholesome man,
But a holy man inspires outward abilities,
Like the faint postures and living memories,
Like the man whose learning is a fraction of meat.
Friday, September 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy