Gord

2015-10-07 12:00 am

Child, write.
Pages alone cannot set alight,
For words have not oxygen,
Yet provide an ignition.
Catalyzing transmissionless engines.
Breath of the new age,
Where fire is unimaginable. 
Cold air his the vestibule,
Concerned with that visible, and indivisible.
The world turns to a glued page,
Lamenting a future caged, and unchanged.