Make the shadows dance on the wall.
Ask the words to take shape and rise from the page.
Ask the rain to patter gently ont the window.
Say the thing that will bring the fiction forward.

Pull the dagger from your heart and paint with crimson
The breath from your nostrils  to scatter the leaves.
Grab the pain in your soul and hold it to the candle as it writhes
And screams its message.

Fictionalize the fact. Factualize the fiction...two curtains seperate
The corsican birth.
One is sky the other earth.