The Way
Everywhere, necessarily, always,
We are on the way:
We are on the way, of course,
On superhighways;
We are on the way, perforce,
Moving sideways;
Even moving backward, with remorse,
We are on the way;
But all this wayfaring, by the way,
Is illusion,
For Dao is in the piss and the shit.
Submitted: January 26, 2013
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