'Without A Word' the Antithesis Journey Into Guthrie Poem by T.L. Toadvine

'Without A Word' the Antithesis Journey Into Guthrie



I am nobody
My words mean nothing
I am a ghost
Running out of time

No education
No home
In this severed nation

No evolution flows
From this simple
Un-magic pen

But I'm on my way
To Guthrie
An obscure cradle
Of the human mind

Which sprang forth
Through insanity

From perfect eyes
Who were surely blind
But grew to see
All that was meant to be

I came to walk
In your tiny footsteps
To breathe your air

I came in search of simplicity

To know that you too
Were once a dreamer
That you were once, me
In Guthrie

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