Philosophy of the roots

Dry throat,
discreetly coughs.
I feel like a child's curiosity,
even though I am already an adult.
Thirst for knowledge, it is inside
shout, I'm dry wilderness.
Philosophy I feel under me
the roots of it. The greatest
the world is a curiosity
all knowledge.
It wraps me snares
great philosopher.

And finally, the lamp
my head lights up again.
December slush crawls,
where frost lingers.
Must the winter under the bottom
to rebuild.
The earth rotates in a circular motion
swinging, I for some
I listen to words of wisdom.
Overnight brightest guiding star
again in my dream I kissed.