Bio
I write because I find it difficult to breath, without.
This writing is a hand held out - to other people,
to accept, or not.
As for myself, I'm not that important,
but you could find me other places, too.
David Susswein
A Paraphrase
on and on and on, on and on
would there have been time for such a word?
the steal from the blade, dropped and buried down
rust and rusting brown, sword is another noun
dropped today to be found; tomorrow and tomorrow,
re-sharpened edging, a new hand and blood
again the cutting, red flowing edge to the sky, sleeping beneath it.
cowers under the sun; a warrior
to steal breath from the morning's common fog.