Cloaking Wisdom (A poem)

Cloaking Wisdom

I present to her my silvery
Wisdoms at the altar of
Assessment. She smirks,
“Disgusting,” digging
Her scepter into my feet.

I should know to
Mask them in
Spilled ink, cloaking the
Wires with black
Because gods only desire
The fair.

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