Dye the world
the color of your soul

original poetry & images

At every juncture,
Even with weary veins
And with heavy eyelids,
Or with a cannonball heart:

Create!

Lifting up
Soil to be sanctified
In the plumes of paradise,

Write!

At every impetus
(And between them)
Translate the unsayable
Into bold hieroglyphics.

Siphon!

The subtile fuel -
The unpolarized light -
Into the reserves
Of an atramental pen
Which produces midnight drafts
Of works yet to be envisioned.

Create—

O timid ones
Who shirk magnificence
& flee the crown of gems.

Paint your intrepid destiny
Upon the grainy stitches
Or the bleak façades,
Dye the waiting world.