48.

No authority resides

In the wisdom of the tides

No wisdom can hide

In a place where time has hid

Nonsense is not no sense

Logic is not the logos

Or all of it. When we were

Young we did not care

For off-rhymes and small

Green raspberries that fell

By the tracks. Philosophy was

Difficult for the bliss

Of the hummingbird hovering above

The nectar, and we would dive

Without looking past

A lake dark as glass.