I inscribed a letter to Him and my wrist got tired,
my eyes got blind and my mouth was full of metal smack...
my life was written on this humble piece of paper
as if it was laid down again, from scratch...
there were verses with mysterious signs
- the ink stains from the creaking goose feather...
He laughed...
and His answer was a confession, remained to me:
"carry these lines like a torch of life,
blessing with fire all the divergent ways people walk..."