The Tale Tellers

We age this way, acquired lives,
word by word, each learned, how
traditions grow, by nature we come to be
self-practiced tellers of our own tales,
long wanderers among fact and fancy forests,
by thought we are played out together,
our lives turned round on memory’s unmarked trails,
lost and found in history’s climb, we strike
and light our fires on the way, pushing back,
ourselves against the darkness setting in, our groan
into adopted rituals, the summing of us
into which we age, followers of time
between the covers, building naked frames
to full flesh and then to less, nearing divine
conclusion in our paging years, at last
only the truth of the unraveling end
at the heart of all this staggering darkness, how
we have traveled then so far to say our story’s end.

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Today’s word is


Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece as a comment below. I would love to read it.

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