I will keep writing until the words are gone,
All throughout the night – until the break of dawn.
I’ll write to the end of cities, where there is no sound –
And there is nothing of this Earth but a ball of round.
I will write until Atlas shrugs, dropping Gaia in his lap.
Let them snuggle up together so they can take a nap.
I will fill for them the sands of time and the sloshing seas.
While hunched over my glowing screen crunching at the keys.
I will never stop writing, but for a writing exercise –
To see if the act of stopping frees me from binding ties.
This shall be me until I cease to be.
Sharing it with you is what sets me free.