Page after page
He sharpens his steel
A silhouette like a mountain
against the confetti sky
Unmoving
except to turn papers
his edge cutting
through time and emotions
undeviated, smoothly passing
He is content with black
and white words,
to let cinema pass
along with lies.
Only one day getting up
with sword in hand
prepared for
the returning of God.
1 comment:
i wanna be like that.
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