Free Verse
I finally figured out
Living is first,
Not writing;
Which is why writers
Have a hard time living.
(And yet, if words
Were never made
I'd be singing at the moon.)
The truth (for some) is:
Not writing is not living.
Which is why there are writers.
I myself rail against the tag,
A free man in the dark abyss,
I bow and storm off
Leaving the bottom sediment
Of the Inevitable Purge to dry out
In the burning sun.
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