elephant tusks and miracle dust and indescribable things
the same warmth there ever was
is here again today and gone tomorrow
the least of things
wrestled with the sea
and endeavored to become what may be- unending
the bells that remind
ringing for better times
tears and memories running undone
resting in the solace of a shade.
In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dulled and know I had to put it on the grindstone again and hammer it into shape and put a whetstone to it, and know that I had something to write about, than to have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well oiled in the closet, but unused.
About Me
- Andrew
- Santa Cruz, California, United States
- Philosophy
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