Ecstasy of the warrior – K.B

Ecstasy of the warrior



In my fantasy,
I dreamt I
Was a poet,
I dreamt
My poetry
Was important
But I
I dreamt
I was expendable
Not indispensable !

It’s the latter
That matters.

I count only
For a few people
But not because
Of my poetry ,

What more
Beautiful gift
Than that ?

Even God doesn’t
Need me,

If He wants
He can make
A whole new creation

My action is self
Sufficient in itself.

It has no added
And the only
Real point
Is that it can
Earn me

End of story.

I have no other
Besides saving

This is
What the
Ecstasy of
The warrior
Tells me.



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