The pen is a weapon
against poverty of vision,
against the cloying superstition
of extinction.

One drop at a time,
ink fractures mountains
that block the sun,

turns tiny stones to tools
that bring a flower to bloom
and saves it for all seasons.

Give us your hopes,
your dreams, your highest self,
each word, each phrase
your own eternity,

each poem
a step
into transcendency.