lock up your typewriters
and catch your fingers in the crack as the door swings shut.
lock up your dreams,
and catch your heart as it drops.
ten years from now, you will still hear the clickclackclickclack
and your fingers will twitch like phantom pains as you try not to
open the closet.
no one will ever find the words, not even if they tear down the house-
they are safest as caged & broken-winged birds
that never saw daylight.
title from fahrenheit 451 by ray bradbury, though it's a passing phrase with little to do with this poem.