September 23rd, 2005

remembrance, composing, writing

For Strength While There is Breath

Words are dreams.

One must write of eucatastrophe. It never can be if not dreamt into being.

This is not hope: Will, it is will.

While there is strength, we must write.

We write for one another,
but for others who have written,
our words entwined,
used and passed onward.

I am here, and I must write.

*not time for comfort, lights a candle to strength for the fighter who breathes and sets it on the window sill, facing other windows, where others make their homes*
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