The poet writes,
while resting his cheek in his palm:
Knowledge grows slowly like a wisdom tooth.
and I can't help but
smile and smirk,
how slyly and obliquely
he conceals certain things
that accompany its nurture.
Knowledge grows slowly,
behind all the spectacle
of the incisors,
in agonizing pain,
like a wisdom tooth.
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