the tools of knowledge.

tiny tubes give birth to resplendent colours

tentative in their vibrancy

longing to be blended

caressed with sensuous fibres

pressed into the waiting flesh of an eager canvas

droplets of ink, long-calcified

only to be brought to life again

by a warm hand running across their rustling pages

by a heart that wishes to drown itself

in the word-surge

flags fly gaily to proclaim

the triumph of enlightenment

thoughts scribbled hastily on leaves of paper

there is a madness to this method of mine

an intimacy of indexing

now hear this

melodic lines and counterpoint

when all else fails to produce knowledge

this trembling voice and trembling body

surrenders to the pedagogy of rhythm and lyric


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