Runes • Art • The Rune
Poem about art that compares the process of writing poetry to the formation of a canyon.

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	The Rune Each word falls like a tiny drop of rain, Meeting the page and joining in the art. It flows across the papery terrain, And into the boundless sea to impart. Just when I fear the drops will be for naught, I conceive readers traveling upstream, Eyeing the canyon that the years have brought, Breathing the rune that sustained the regime. A vision of faith to free each caress, Yielding formations beautiful and mere, Eroding rough edge to smoothened recess, And shaping silence forever to hear. And so this day I rain tear by tear, Knowing the rune doth transcend the year.

Runes • Art • The RunePoem about art that compares the process of writing poetry to the formation of a canyon.