i hone myself, and i honing i am honed, <br />like a drone like one drowning drone who wants to master the art of <br />drinking water, he must have to drown himself first <br />or even die, <br /> <br />but that will not be the end of it, <br />dying does not end, <br /> <br />it gives you a start, an upstart of what lies ahead <br />perhaps <br />a new beginning, but let us pretend that we do not die <br /> <br />we just hone and keep honing until the honing is perfected <br />until we become nothing but honers of this craft of living life <br />like <br />crazy drones that drown themselves in the water to drink the <br />whole ocean of thirst and hunger <br /> <br />do not think that i want you to feel what death is and make you <br />understand about it, <br />i am just talking and keep on talking to myself because <br /> <br />i want to hone myself into dying, because dying does not actually die itself but simply keeps on dying <br />until it gets perfected. <br /> <br />and how is it to be perfect? continue talking, i am tired and <br />i am still as broken as you are. <br /> <br />do you see wasps in the air?<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-journey-of-honing-words-and-wasps/
