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They Are Knowing
What may one call a wonder of joy?
It is making eyes glare as if to annoy.
It is joining the two points with a line like a boy.
What is called the knowledge of God?
It resides in the head, when you are awed.
It is training the circle in a way not flawed.
What do you mean by wisdom?
The very thoughts are wise, ad-infinitum,
Like the numbers of a space that are loathsome.
What do these relationships mean to me?
They are what I am. They enjoin you to keep the ability.
And they relax us, they relax us to be.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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