Last Scribes

I was often told that you'll never know the  worth of a pen till you learn how to use it. The ambiguity of ink viscosities...  Literally perplexing the illiterate hand.. But where is the heart and hand co ordination? See with my heart in hand, I steer the pen in every direction, dimension... And keep it afloat upon  the sea of my emotion. I only knew the worth of my pen when I began to find a link between the muscles that activate each time I picked up its heavy conceptuality, And the emotions that paired with relentless diction. That's been restlessly rioting in me for eons and ages So even with blunt pencils I fear not the friction of blank pages... Being like needles on untattoed skin. I write till my room  starts to spin, like a hypercube...  Being a writer from out of this world Rare species of Cosmic pensman Being compelled to breath life into my words, My blood drips from spirit source and gives my poems flow-motion. Running my pen so far from ideals of real...  That I forget what soil feels like. Its a bit more than an escape, A medium for forming a custom reality. So through the mastery of disambiguation... I become God's Ink, the mouthpiece of the infinite living mind of the ALL. In my hood, back in ancient Egypt...  I made feather quills dance on papyrus leaves... Filled every mind that I came across like blank scrolls And each time I intertwined love and passion... Stars began to fall. So within every script I incised and embedded a different constellation. And each time I folded my legs to meditate like a praying mantis, With my scroll levitating above my lap My skill grew from earth's moon, to the moons of Saturn. Exponentially tending to infinity with no specific pattern. And if you listen carefully, you can hear my voice eternally echoing in the great pyramids. I Grabbed pens,  wrote infinite lines, giving birth to figures of speech  Always aligning alliteration when I, Morphed metaphors, My onomatopoeia Spoke to souls So on the day I layed in my psychopagus, Mummified with my scrolls, and the Quill on my chest...  Dubbed Scribe of the Gods  I reincarnated as a Last Scribe