to create sunlight where there is none

Every poem ends in death. 

Every revelation brings death to what existed before it. 

Every pen fills with rain to record afflictions 

and can't imagine what lies ahead of its nib 

as it journeys down the path of a sentence 

to the end of ink. Inside the poem, the poet seeks 

his own dissolution in the sky and grass. He's not 

summoned out of the tomb, but into it. 

To create sunlight where there is none. 

He dies for this joy. 

[Richard Solly {1947-2015} 'Why a Poem Ends in Death' in From Where the Rivers Come]