at day words are read feverishly
by students of the past seeking illumination for their future
by dint of an oculus
at night whole caudrons of stange black hooded creatures
like the playthings of the devil
swoop for to frighten tiny creatures intent on dissolving the wisdom of ages
leaflets
paragraphs
books
ages
all gone like dust swept up in a desert storm
they are the friends of wisdom
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