Beyond the pen

Stacks of papers, collected
dreams piled on tables, beside
the bed, in drawers. white

monuments standing still
as if in proof of living skill.
All those drills, those exercises

that stretched muscles,
printed on paper that will burn
just as easily as memories.

The stacks grow. A mirage
of memories dedicated
to reaching a point

beyond the beams
where we all look
at least once in a lifetime.