Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

Midnight At The Crossroads Of Awareness - Poem by Anthony Weir

Wisdom is the road to wisdom
The dust upon the road is love
The road is made of dust
Is unimaginably short
Wisdom unimaginably brief
Deep upon the road love lies
Burying the corpses of the almost-wise.

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  • (5/5/2006 7:38:00 AM)

    clever ending-last line made it worth it.
    otherwise, i would have said it was just blahh
    reminded me of a line from a beat poet-
    why do we go on with our minds & pockets full of dust? ?

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 5, 2006

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