The poem’s slowly raving words reprised.
A stranger’s old amphorae filled with lies,
With golden honey, crafty, glazed and fired
Of prophesy, weathered o’er weary time
But sparkles bright in love’s eternal eyes
That romance slipping out of simple lines
Laid bare, when shrugging off the world, behind
A hidden luscious Heraclitian strife
Undressing form, that beggars wisdom fight,
Infinite lovers sharing infinite life.
©2026 R.A.R. Knight
Author’s Note:
“For love is the desire of the whole, and the pursuit of the whole is called love.” “Then love… may be described generally as the love of the everlasting possession of the good.” – Quotes from Plato’s Symposium (trans Jowett) – I will go ahead and posit we shall not attain the perfected Good, hence wisdom’s unease with the infinities of love. Love is an ever-flowing river.
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