Wisdom I looked for.
I looked on dry land
For on the lands of plenty I saw little
For Wisdom has a price
All Things have their price
And Wisdom too.
Not East or West.
Nor South
Nor North
Hands off boundaries to our Earth!
See
From passing through the dry
Thorns
My feet bleed
It be the price of Wisdom.
Since that to reach that Wisdom I have to pass the Thorns.
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