I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I would go to the deeps a hundred times to cheer a downcast spirit. It is good for me to have been afflicted, that I might know how to speak a word in season to one that is weary.
I'd do the same things, but I'd be a little more quiet.
I would spend months and months looking for a sound. I had to do that, or I wouldn't feel the extreme emotions I was feeling in my heart.
I would never write stories with only despair and defeat and the dark side of life.
How wonderful it would be to scatter words as they rise to consciousness, to let them lie where they fall.
I would go to war with words, not weapons. I would die talking before I lifted a weapon.
I would hope to inspire in my listeners a feeling of freedom - of speech, thought and political activity.
Also, as I lay there thinking of my vision, I could see it all again and feel the meaning with a part of me like a strange power glowing in my body; but when the part of me that talks would try to make words for the meaning, it would be like fog and get away from me.
Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of the gods.
I'd kill to be a poet.