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Stains of Wild Wisdom - Winston Boyer

Stains Of Wild Wisdom

When wisdom is packaged in “new and improved” forms
Where does it go to roll in the deep dirt of it’s own timelessness?
If wisdom is sold “shiny and new”
What value does it have in the forest of earthly archetypes?

I’ve bought some of the latest nouveau wisdom
It went out of fashion so fast

That I longed for the stains of wild wisdom
The ones it always leaves on the knees of my jeans
When my growing pains force me to crawl
With a magnifying glass in the garden

Poetry by Winter Lazerus – Photography by Winston Boyer