"We are the products of editing, rather than of authorship."
~ George Wald
I am the page, nothing more,
stark white parchment willing…
between us a ribbon of night
thick with black, dense with life,
strike the keys, write what you know
impress your words upon me,
each idea--each letter--each blow...
Author my story, not cautiously
but with passion, etch indelible glyphs,
imprint mouth and soul with
vulgar vowels and holy consonants,
scar my hungry flesh with iron angel talons.
I expect some wounds in this tender skin of cloth,
bleeding around letters edge,
question marks, many exclamations,
gentle corrections -
each morning a new page, new episodes…
I am thirsty for Our Poem,
Author me.
end/michael
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