अज्ञानाश्रय

A scratch
that opens into an abyss,
darker than
the darkest hour of night,
more piteous
than a hungry child’s plight;
a scab
that holds unhealed wounds in peace,
a bliss
born in the gaps between greying neurons –
in ignorance
I seek shelter,
Even when I am weak
Even when I am wise.

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