Thursday, September 12, 2013

and write

There are silences we have failed, 
pieces torn from our own hands.
Let us not stitch memories to them, 
words cast out of history have no 
archive. Listen to the whimper of the
night (if you can) and write. A word
pauses in front of you, let it enter 
your diary, and write. Unravel this 
repetition; your life. Liberate the 
sand from the hour glass, and 
write. 

3 comments:

  1. write and over write, impressions on imprints, till it doesnt matter...:-)

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