You tell me…
"the structure gives strength to my writing"
I tell you…
"it's nothing but crutches in waiting"
You tell me…
"the order brings a beginning and end"
I tell you…
"the sequence does feign and pretend"
You tell me…
"the form—the most important of things"
I tell you…
"the truth rides on Seraphim's wings"
You show me…
the prison you've build with your pen
I show you…
a cartridge empty—no ink from within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August,2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem