Saturday, September 27, 2008

Sprawling Ink

The pen is the thing imagination flows
from--the mind of insanity
and the glowing words appear
as if from thin air,
as if the pen conducts a symphony
from the bony hand of a writer,
and has no intention of playing
the soon-to-be masterpiece of words
that will eventually inspire someone,
sprawling ink in an old
hand’s half cursive style
streaming consciousness.

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