The legacy of stringing words together

May the days of our writing lives be a true elocution of the mind artistic

while our insular and and sometimes unfurnished creations in time become wedded to discoveries cosmopolitan

concluded only to some degree by our passing

as our lifework remains to be further milled

and appreciated in smartypants cafes, sawdust-on-the-floor dives, illuminated by flashlight under a myriad of covers and in the minds of solace seekers

having stepped gently or tread heavy as truth requires

weeks, months, years, decades defined by syllable and metaphor but mostly naked words.