Wednesday, 13 February 2013

Ars Poetica

Writing's an ember
and words are the breath
that keep the hot cinder
from cooling to death.

There's just one thing to carve
with your magisterial knife
as your pen bleeds the page
and it quickens with life:

take this hot ember
and nurse it inside;
we must write to remember,
we must write to survive.

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