Knight without A Fight

We are double-edged blades, and every time we whet our virtue the return stroke strops our vice. - Thoreau

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reaching for his sword

a dull life unsheathes instead

time bleeding him dead

Author's Note

"In any weather, at any hour of the day or night, I have been anxious to improve the nick of time, and notch it on my stick too; to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

What an evocative poignant image this paints. It truly is haunting. Thank you Pete for this remarkable poem.