Epic Impossibilities

Segments of this appeared in Text Tiles and here it takes on another flavour.

I have travelled too far I have not enough of enough
to write epic or species of ace
even my arrows and heroes salted by ink's apings
cannot tapestry fill to cradle cup
I do like the echo of "scraping" in "ink's apings". I also like the parallelism between the unfinished and impossible tapestry and no force to complete the gesture of raising a glass as in a libation.

I wonder for what project might be served by the gathering of strength from withdrawal.

And so for day 972