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Burn the ordinary parts of today
Write to the rhythm of the gravedigger
Let your natural intelligence play
With a small riddle and make it bigger
Crash your cowardice into blank silence
Search the wreckage for what remains of truth
Remember how beauty kept its balance
Between cynical age and callow youth
Introduce the mundane to its strangeness
Let thought get caught in a flypaper plot
Repudiate formulaic sameness
Scorch the cliches and serve what remains hot
Treat every syllable like the last
Listen to fire; hold its music fast
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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