Ars Poetica

In Response to Beau Sia’s “a slow disease”

By Tyler Hoffman

It’s a slow disease, but not terminal.
You will lose your grip slowly. Don’t hold on,
because the loss will be rough, but not fatal.
In time you will use the pain, call upon
the hurt, draw with the dreams you have given
up. Create with all that has been unfulfilled.
All you have ever made will be riven–
not fatal. There is more blood to be spilled,
But all that has been spilled is never lost.
Take what you have torn, and then weave a net.
Catch what you can with it. Let your exhaust
be the I ams you sing– your own duet.
Pain and hurt will sing for themselves. Go, make
what you can with all that you have. Create.

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