There is no learning but to yearn and yearn, And by wanting see what we think we are (Composed of stuff from a farther star).- Desire deep-in to recklessly burn; 5 Desire to assemble what all we are By partial parts into one whole complete; To work out the sum where integers meet And write an answer without a scar, Without a stitch where kissing incompletes 10 Tell-out by telltale the nightly labor Used to unify our dawning wonder That recklessly burns with day's own heat- Until our in-dark echo cries for night, Cool and apart, and all away from sight.
From the collection "The Timid Leaper"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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