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In Will Alone

Posted on February 14, 2007January 8, 2013 by Martha Bechtel

Take this pain of half-imagined never-afters,
salted earth and clinging strands of nightmare.
Take this pain and bind it, chain it, burn it to the page.
Unmake the world one letter at a time,
In blood, in ink, in will alone;
Fire-bright and frozen.

In a thousand voices scream against the silence,
the all-consuming nothing,
where dreams die in dust and fairy tales,
and force the story forward.

This is not so,
will not be so,
shall not be so…

And thus unmake the world.

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