the mind of the wise
is like a roof
it welcomes everything
rain and sun and snow and
hail and sand and even
cats and dogs
and even the rumored rain
of fish
and spears
and like a roof everything
slides, and falls and then become gone
below it the house of life
stays
the dining table and the candle lights
the glass of wine and the lips of the
beloved
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