Poetic Creators

We share our every thought, with the endowment of ebb and flow. A sculptor will undoubtedly sculpt, until at length it becomes time to go. Our creations become our legacy, to be read every now and again. Those foundations become eternal, with the dominion of paper and pen. Words will need to be read, like our lungs demand every breath. Imagination, chaos and order, provides us life and delivers our death. Whether or not you prefer the creator, their order of words, have been set in stone. We will always have one thing in common, once they are read, we are never alone.