
This is my flashing fist.
This my burning heart.
The winter winds chafe the permanent.
The lattice fractures with sunlight.
Despite the hours spent,
Alone with keyboard and pen,
I will divine the principle.
I will risk the rejection
Of wordsmiths and lover,
Of silence in a crowd.
3 comments:
beautiful
The worst torture: to be alone in a crowd, silence indoor into the noise outdoor, dreaming the real with monotony, globetrotter in a higway, rolling stone in a river without water...
Put it out there. Great image(s).
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