Sunday, April 15, 2007

A Poem

Keep sharp the blade
Against the hidden wretchedness of the soul
Tainted
Not inexplicably
But unspeakably
Even here in the sunlight
Wield it
Be at the ready
Don't go unarmed
To face the reflection
It will not meet you
Without its own quick knife


Original post date 9-19-06

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