“it couldn’t come at a worse time”–Gord Downey

For when the moment beckons.

For when you are faced with the page, or the word, or the song, or the silence and it demands the blood which is its due.

And before you is all or nothing, everything…and the hardest questions,the heaviest price, asking only all of what you have…

For when the moment needs an answer and either you burst forth with shining eyes and ragged breath, burning desperate blood and blazing, blazing…

Or fade away, as daylight fades faintly out into the pool of night, until all that remains is spent light and wasted breath.

For when you decide what it truly means to live

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