Monday, 24 March 2014

How Simple

How simple it is
To run the blade slow
Watch the red swell slowly
Rising behind steel

How simple it feels
The sharpness first
Later the dull roaring fire
A good pain
A memory to be treasured

How simple to stroke
Again and again
Each time building
Each time bringing new heights

How simple to watch
Detached
Separate and connected
Finally feeling
Finally in control

How simple

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