Friday, November 26, 2010

sharpened silence

A whet stone on a tempered blade
Is my favorite tool that was ever made
The slide of the stone scrapes along with a ring
A most delicate edge that is capable of anything
Pure sex a fine edge brought through a barbers strops hone
Capable of a smooth shave or hacking through bone
The smooth lines of the blade smith speak of dark personalities unknown
A true artisan in every sense a true talent that's grown
Silently slicing sweet meat off the roast
Or turning old enemies into restless ghosts
Sharpened silence

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