Wake Poem by Anthony Weir
Wake
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Philosophy's a corpse
continually washed and combed
wordblind, megalithic
I prise open its eyelids
to receive the light
of the dark dog-star.
That which is written is hollow:
illegibility
of knowing,
everything repeated
an hundredfold -
we climb in
but never climb out.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
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5/3/2024 12:07:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
we climb in but never climb out. just stand still you won't need a way out. That which is written is hollow: you the one not written, dear fellow