Reasons for Writing

To drip waxen days into a mold and
Uphold rebellious tradition
Pluck rattling memories
Birth untold stories
Inhale wordless moments
Raise pen skyward
Mourn in song
Delight in life
Wander without aim
Err without care
Let ripen fruit
On twenty vines
Finding but one
Renders such sweet sense.

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