you would write
write with
the making of a world on fire
a burden upon poetry
the burgeoning glory in your hand
the words swelling-up on command

encryptions carved in rocks
the complicated vows of a nation

the words polished
with your sweat
your pain

write everything that is within your grasp 
so much so that 
the hairs on your skin would curl up 
with the thoughts in your head

write 
what is impossible
drill a hole 
drill a hole through this Godforsaken life…

…

the light dawning on your face
on your pages of poetry attacks your loneliness like a dagger the flash rips apart darkness the passion reserved for all the light makes you blush you don’t like it the damp wet spit those in a line those waiting their…