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An idea forms;       We become the stillness in motion, Between seeing and making,      Contemplation or action, The words cause us to act.       We dare give eyes to the idea, And pen to paper becomes      A resurrection of presences, Poetry,       Like life writing itself, A day becomes dateless,      Life lights up these words, We walk the path of inspiration,      Truth lived and suffered ,           Shared rage            Shared passion,               Shared abyss,                  Shared love..... In the end of the verse The poet transfigures Inspiration into incarnations, Given as a sacrifice of self: All that remains are the ghosts, We are siblings in the void.
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
At The Moment Of Inspiration A Poet Leaves A Sacrifice
An idea forms;       We become the stillness in motion, Between seeing and making,      Contemplation or action, The words cause us to act.       We dare give eyes to the idea, And pen to paper becomes      A resurrection of presences, Poetry,       Like life writing itself, A day becomes dateless,      Life lights up these words, We walk the path of inspiration,      Truth lived and suffered ,           Shared rage            Shared passion,               Shared abyss,                  Shared love..... In the end of the verse The poet transfigures Inspiration into incarnations, Given as a sacrifice of self: All that remains are the ghosts, We are siblings in the void.
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
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