The child runs
Bristles, whistles
To wish upon the same clue
Praying
Believing it will open
Revealing sudden wisdom
Of all they do not know
Climbing steep daggers, gently,
As if they were morning pillows
In freedom spring
Clay forms the potter
As the potter forms the clay
Either both nor none
In dismay
Disarray
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 8:30 AM UTC
The child runs
Bristles, whistles
To wish upon the same clue
Praying
Believing it will open
Revealing sudden wisdom
Of all they do not know
Climbing steep daggers, gently,
As if they were morning pillows
In freedom spring
Clay forms the potter
As the potter forms the clay
Either both nor none
In dismay
Disarray