From Stone
I grow from stone
I suck the marrow from their bones
I hone my skill in repentance
and never finish a single sentence
Painful bleeding
I am not weeping
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The Dragon Became a Modern Poetaster
PoetryPoetry is a dance of words, a guise of flesh, and a reprise of thought. The myths of old are forgotten on modern tongues. Such adventurous spirits seek new vessels - fresh words to don and call their own. We shall write them home, you and I. Let the...
From Stone
From Stone
I grow from stone
I suck the marrow from their bones
I hone my skill in repentance
and never finish a single sentence
Painful bleeding
I am not weeping
