A Cold Eye - Poem by Anthony Weir
Wisdom is awareness
of the futility of communication
and the prodigality of the
communication of futility:
Wisdom is bareness.
Books are dead trees
and marketing and choked drains,
and poems are dead cells
from dying brains,
through whose intent, intention,
the vivid randomness of life and nature
has been turned to death
by planned inequity and inequality.
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