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Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #2185242
She will be all that we cannot.

-Wisdom’s Child-
by Keaton Foster

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Seen
Known
Exposed
Clear
Precise
Poured
Into light
Spilled
Throughout
Darkness
Wisdom’s child
No clone
None
Like her
Known
Smarter
She grows
More
She appreciates
Brilliant
She must be
Unlike most
She believes
She knows
Understands
Beyond
Understanding
She’s no fool
Nor stooge
She’ll never be told
Or ever be shown
Anything less
Than all
She is aware
Precisely clear
Beyond vision
Far past division
She is out there
In the ether
Of every existence
Soaring the blue
Reeling in truth
Calling us fools
As she believes
And becomes
A greater truth
She perceives
While we are blind
Just lemmings
Upon this ledge
At the edge
Standing here
Unaware that we
Not her
But us
Are about to fall
Ass over kettle
Downward we’ll go
The noise, loud
The impact
Greater still
Upward, further
She’ll float
Wisdom’s child
She was not born
Nor created
But rather
Dare I say
Relegated
A greater, greatness
Set upon our heads
If we are the darkness
Then she is the light
If we become nothing
She’ll of course remain
As everything
God’s pseudo angel
Of a greater significance
She was meant
Destined
To teach all of us
But first she herself
Must come to know
What can’t be learned
What can’t be expressed
Undefinably definable
What “is” and what “was”
A splinter in time
A flicker of an eye
A creative petri dish
Left to stew
Made to rue
A true menace
To it’s very self
We will fall
But not her
She will rise
Beyond body
Out past the mind
Into a realm of bliss
Where everything
She is and will become
Will be known
Not by any of us
But by her alone
Wisdom’s child
She was not born
Nor created
But rather
Dare I say
Relegated
Made to know
What we
You and I won’t
We will tumble
Over ourselves
While she will rise
Above all else
Maybe she’ll return
To bring us up
From the depths
Of our decisions
Then again
Maybe she won’t…



Wisdom’s Child
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2018.

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