
oct-28
Tue Oct 28 03:30:07 EST 2003 if feelings are felt, they must be confessed in shadows of ink on paper pen-pressed while life is still lived and feelings are felt those feelings unwritten burn sorrows of hell letters of fire in words of rain, essays of horrors and volumes of pain better projected, to paper revealed than suffering scars of feelings field when feelings rest, their embers ashes, will writing slow to less frequent flashes returning to their silent home shrunken, bent, in fleshly tomes will age so die, will cries grow quiet? in awesome absence and giant silence? for though the earth would be my bed and tremors quiet, light as lead a life diffused, refracted, bent cannot so suffer silent death