Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Poets





Our alabaster well
Into which we all drain
Splitting open
And spilling into a greater voyage

Our voices
All swarm for the same motive
Drawn to the warmth afar
Inside of our distant and longing kin

Dare to send them off
Like blind muzzle fire into the night
Sprawling its inferno
Resonating and burning
Centuries, beyond us all

Tune out the universe
And lead by the edge of your quill
Commanding the words, to fall in line
And inspiring the winded, to carry on brazen!

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