Blades
The world doesn't need another tame heart...
Blades
the world doesn't need
another tame heart
it needs the ferocity
borne of
knowing
exactly what
you will die for
find the place where
the mass of whatyoubelieve
becomes
weightless
and
no matter how lost
you become
you'll know
true north:
close your eyes
what you know
like the howling of wolves
will lead you into
the dark rain of
unsafe places where
regardless of what you've
been told
your sword is finally
meaningful
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Sean Downing, poet, musician, teaches high school English and Theater Arts in Pagosa Springs, Colorado. He can often be found in his woodshop, coaxing music from odd scraps of junk, or haunting the trout streams around southwest Colorado. If you see him, don’t tell anyone: they’re probably looking to get an honest day’s work out of him.
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