Oh God I see a certain serpentine
mindset in me that thinks not of the one
I would allow my thoughts or words to shine
out to; it only thinks of things begun,
not of the process being helpful too.
It is truncated, like an exercise.
A practice time to clarify, argue
a concept or idea. I’m not wise
as serpents are, nor harmless as a dove.
I’m often harmless as a serpent, and
about as wise as dove (strutts, coos it's love -
but doesn't see with depth or understand).
If I am understanding this at all,
I'm very hopeful, ‘coz you seemed to say
(quite clearly, I might add - this is no small
and incidental thing) that you would pay
attention to our words and looks, requests
and gladly will share wisdom - which is acts
of understanding, insight, skill that bests
opponents, makes them fearful, hides, distracts
them from your re-al purposes and aims,
from comprehending modus operand-
-i, all the while you understand their trains
of thought, de-syr’s which they live by, demand..
So, if it’s true that I can go to you,
creative love, and you won’t cease to be
yourself, but gladly share. Then I now do
that: (eating) “You’re my wisdom, knowledge tree”.
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