wisefool

Shapeshifting in the ashes
of the world
that has crumbled around me,
I see
faint little
faces and arrows,
fingers and sparrows;
wispy little
ancient emojis
and
alpha-numeric conjurings
with infinite depth
and absolute wisdom.

Pushing me and shoving me.

With the world as my oracle,
my eyes and ears are open
and I,
the querant,
can only take
what is given to me
and run.

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Say hello to my frontal lobe.