Kant Sits on Plato

A turn of phrase as a tourniquet.
Words built empires,
Supported spires.
Wisdom reads and learns the writ
Before burning it.

Walls of words, now my own,
Generations of thought
Globally sought.
Their understanding flown
Into my home.

Phonetic currency,
Golden words
Coins of the world
I live in the availability
Of history’s prosperity.