drawn/dreamt

I knew that I was dying.
something in me said, go ahead, die, sleep, become as
them, accept.

then something else in me said, no, save the tiniest
bit.
it needn’t be much, just a spark.
a spark can set a whole forest on
fire.
just a spark.
save it.

— Charles Bukowski - The Last Night of the Earth Poems (via henrycharlesbukowski)

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12 December 2011 • reblog: henrycharlesbukowski