We are created by being destroyed.

We are created by being destroyed.

literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.

Poem in other words may or may not result from inspiration but must (in reader and author alike) produce it--

The humiliation I go through/when I think of my past/can only be described as grace./We are created by being destroyed.

EPITAPH Now I'm not the brightest knife in the drawer, but I know a couple things about this life: poverty silence, impermanence discipline and mystery The world is not illusory, we are From crimson thread to toe tag If you are not disturbed there is something seriously wrong with you, I'm sorry And I know who I am I'll be a voice coming from nowhere, inside-- be glad for me.

The long silences need to be loved, perhaps more than the words which arrive to describe them in time.