Tonight, I write again

Sometimes, words are pendulums swinging fast
Stretching far to reach the end of the mind
And with sapphire pencils we can cast
That which is held betwixt and held behind

Today, I give you my bones to read through
My marrows are strings of thoughts, history
I write from my father’s horns turned askew
From my mother’s courage used for archery

Tonight, when feathers meet blood and time stops
To listen to me read my piece to spies
Cursed to trail me until the darkness crops
Reality from vanity and lies

I write for when my eyes lose their voices
For when hands on paper can’t make choices

LARDO