I think
I know
I myself
Will never
Resign
The dark, therefore, need not worry
If ever
At all
It did
Feel so
Inclined
I think
I know
I myself
Will never
Resign
The dark, therefore, need not worry
If ever
At all
It did
Feel so
Inclined
I imagine
Viscerally so
The blows would arrive
As if from the Andes
On albatross wings
Swift, strong, strategic
Were I to stand again
But I toss my hat
I await a bell
You will not hear
My communal arms
Must reach deep, must pull life close
Through my ev’ry breath
Whether ink or lead
Or in aerosoled hue
I own thee, my friend
Placed my mark upon you
It’s your fault, inspirer
You’ve caused my daydream
Your borderless pages
From which you Love-scream
Never stop speaking
Such fanciful truth
I fight with you, write with you
Together we sleuth
(Original Thought Credit:
“Books make excellent companions.”
-James Howe)
Touch her bruised and battered borders
Know her shattered, suff’ring soul
Why did no one stand beside her
Have you heart as black as coal