The Sage

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The crippled form of the Sage,
hunchbacked, traverses
with deliberate slowness
to the lecture platform;
His robes are dyed a deep
Fiery ocher;
It resonates
in the thundering modulations
of his oratory;
a conqueror of
the ulterior-most foes.

I eye his bent
with confused shame;
upon entering my bedroom,
I see the solitary lamp
that lights its cavernous darkness;
I bent it so as to
See My Work
better in the nights.





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