Quarry Memory quarries light Out of Carraras of years. Big misshapen blocks The poem chisels and sands So that something may stand Where nothing did before. What had no hope of surviving Our death survives As the light we've Heaved into language. It is language that shines.
This is something else. It feels very much like you have crafted a statue out of the rubble left in a quarry when all the valuable resources are shipped off. Like you created value out of what is considered valueless. Impressive work.
This is something else. It feels very much like you have crafted a statue out of the rubble left in a quarry when all the valuable resources are shipped off. Like you created value out of what is considered valueless. Impressive work.