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.