Tao as Lorde

When I speak of the Tao, I know not but vaguely I

speak of Lorde       the fruit of my wis- dom is twenty

                  inches too far from soul, twenty                   years too large, twenty                   something, perhaps more maybe                   much less When I speak of the Tao, I speak of Lorde

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for it is through poetry that we give name to those ideas which are — until the poem — nameless and formless, about to be birthed, but already felt

-- Audre Lorde, "Poetry is not a luxury"