It is somewhat troubling to discover that the basic rhetoric of inspiration works backwards as well as forward. It makes one wonder if our world is is a fatuous illusion we ve created with our minds. The Covenant of Guarded Fire Feel flush calligraphy, tears are sperm we treat as germs on chessboards of a journal s terms. The covenant of guarded fire in oar-less boats that cross canals despite their size.
Poets check their winter coats like saddles in a summer barn.
Give the horse of think a bath. Handle wrath with twisted reins and promise souls a cool drink.