‘In Death Lies Life. And Everything Promising.’ ~ ANON
Thus spoke the poet. With the candidness of creativity. With the willingness to destroy everything he had created. That is what poets do. They rise in the heat of battle, out of conflagration and mayhem, to create wonders. They cherish their creations above all else, only to crush, destroy and disintegrate them at will, to dissolve and reintegrate them and mold them again and again, until they get it right.
In effect, the poets are strife’s children, battling their way through chaos, striving for perfection in a continually transmuting world. Uncompromising, relentless and engineered to serve their purpose, they’re the catalysts to life’s metabolism. They nurture and sustain heart and soul. If allowed to run amok, they can turn the tables all too easily, causing dis-ease and destroying without reason, but when employed wisely, spiritedly, they assemble an entire universe out of nothing, an entire existence out of chaos, in which ’empire’ is the smallest achievement possible and timelessness — timelessness — a reality.
Thus spoke the architect.
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From the collection of writings EON: THE ANGRY COMING OF AGE