I Will Not Rest
14 June 2010 11:42![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skonen_bladesI will not rest.
I will not rest until each grief-drenched heartsick blue-shift disappointment is shoved shivering and begging out of my mind. I will not rest until every imperfection I perceive is strengthened into a scar, a medal, a proof of hardship, a key that provides entry into the future. I will not rest until footfalls from dark rooms in hidden pasts stop scaring my light-hearted daytimes with stories woven from languages that only the fear-stricken understand. I will not rest until I feel the tightened watch-works in this cage wind down from panic into victory.
I will forget to bow my head. I will forget to kneel. I will forget to think in terms of defeat.
I will not rest until I call the tune that moves the dance of battle. I will not rest until each hemisphere of hatred in my head is diluted by love. I will not rest until each earthquake warning alarm clock morning makes me smile in welcome for the day’s trials instead of cowering with a sigh. I will not rest until the stink of my soul’s decay sublimates into a perfume of renewed birth and glorious futures fanning out like Vegas blackjack wins. I will not rest until I pierce the blast doors below my own Cheshire cat flamethrower smile and set the passion free.
I will forget to lose. I will forget to think in degrees of compromise. I will forget my state of slavery.
I will blur the movement of language into a map of the coming decades that shines in the darkness. I will scare the lightning with my speed and mountains will envy my stoicism.
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I will not rest until each grief-drenched heartsick blue-shift disappointment is shoved shivering and begging out of my mind. I will not rest until every imperfection I perceive is strengthened into a scar, a medal, a proof of hardship, a key that provides entry into the future. I will not rest until footfalls from dark rooms in hidden pasts stop scaring my light-hearted daytimes with stories woven from languages that only the fear-stricken understand. I will not rest until I feel the tightened watch-works in this cage wind down from panic into victory.
I will forget to bow my head. I will forget to kneel. I will forget to think in terms of defeat.
I will not rest until I call the tune that moves the dance of battle. I will not rest until each hemisphere of hatred in my head is diluted by love. I will not rest until each earthquake warning alarm clock morning makes me smile in welcome for the day’s trials instead of cowering with a sigh. I will not rest until the stink of my soul’s decay sublimates into a perfume of renewed birth and glorious futures fanning out like Vegas blackjack wins. I will not rest until I pierce the blast doors below my own Cheshire cat flamethrower smile and set the passion free.
I will forget to lose. I will forget to think in degrees of compromise. I will forget my state of slavery.
I will blur the movement of language into a map of the coming decades that shines in the darkness. I will scare the lightning with my speed and mountains will envy my stoicism.
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