Desert Dweller

The stack of books
grows like a cinder cone.
Volcanic pressure building
toward the inevitable.

Like a spy in the shadows,
I question and observe.

We have
an understanding,
my brain and I.
I understand
that I don’t understand.

The insatiable yearning
for ever more learning—
the thirst, the leaning,
the lust for meaning.

Lava oozes.
Intelligence leaking,
no longer covert.

© 2026 Bruno Talerico
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