dull words in sunlight
don’t earn their place
upon a page
except that yesterday
one spark flared up
and then engaged
I was in wilderness
I was in darkness
by the sea
the world is wilderness
it will get nothing more
from me
except for everything
except for everything
and all
that’s what our purpose is
to give ourselves
and little more
Another Way of Saying 
I feel like that first stanza is a ship I can ride in. Beautiful work.
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That means a great deal to me Britt. Thank you – love that response!
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