I am not a master of the ancient quill,
I have no jars of starlight on my shelf.
I only have this stubborn, awkward will
To carve a little meaning from myself.
I’ve measured twice and cut a dozen times,
My hands are stained with effort and with ink.
I know these aren't the most melodic rhymes,
But I am standing closer than you think.
I offer up this work of wood and bone,
To see if it can stand against the light.
Please find the flaws I haven't seen or known,
Please help me get the heavy corners right.
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 2:54 PM UTC
I am not a master of the ancient quill,
I have no jars of starlight on my shelf.
I only have this stubborn, awkward will
To carve a little meaning from myself.
I’ve measured twice and cut a dozen times,
My hands are stained with effort and with ink.
I know these aren't the most melodic rhymes,
But I am standing closer than you think.
I offer up this work of wood and bone,
To see if it can stand against the light.
Please find the flaws I haven't seen or known,
Please help me get the heavy corners right.
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
