I long, with blood and bone, to carve my name
Deep into the tree of glowing thought;
To set my words in wood eternal grown
So deep that time cannot wear them away.
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a beautiful universal struggle in this flowing verse, Sophia. time personified. fine read. -Tailor
'My carving knives I clench between my teeth' Incredible imagery. The entire poem simply glows with the powerful aspect of well-communicated thoughts. Beautiful!