The seeker looks.
The seeker does not listen.
The seeker knows the voices in his head tell lies.
The seeker hides.
The seeker's bones become shadow.
The seeker knows not to let his muscles creak.
The seeker feels
Inside his pockets
Where he found Knowledge-Gnomes and carving tools.
The seeker sees
Through brass, rose-tinted goggles
And bushed eyebrows and bags that sank into his cheeks.
The seeker reads.
The seeker's hands touch parchment,
The seeker's hands feel ink, like a kings would gold.
The seeker knows all, yet nothing.
The seeker speaks all, yet nothing.
The seeker's wisdom, enchanted into every grain of sand,
And yet enchanted, still, into none at all.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
The seeker looks.
The seeker does not listen.
The seeker knows the voices in his head tell lies.
The seeker hides.
The seeker's bones become shadow.
The seeker knows not to let his muscles creak.
The seeker feels
Inside his pockets
Where he found Knowledge-Gnomes and carving tools.
The seeker sees
Through brass, rose-tinted goggles
And bushed eyebrows and bags that sank into his cheeks.
The seeker reads.
The seeker's hands touch parchment,
The seeker's hands feel ink, like a kings would gold.
The seeker knows all, yet nothing.
The seeker speaks all, yet nothing.
The seeker's wisdom, enchanted into every grain of sand,
And yet enchanted, still, into none at all.
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