The dust of wisdom past
strikes through my vision
as if sunbeams,
penetrating the darkness
of my thirsty soul.
Purity of thought
mixed in fine measure
with a glimmer of originality.
Sorting through tomes
of brilliant confusion
to find the one gem
that resonates.
Learning is wisdom
unearned.
DLD/02APR07
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