Impactful

And if i sat in stone,
Who would listen?
Heavy in my feet.
Heavy in belief.
No movement.

Nor movement agaist.
No hills to climb.
Just plain.

Anarchy is writing.
I'll cut the stanza when i want.

No rules to abide.
None to defy.

No dead men to outline how to write.

Me, my mind, it's eye.
My only sight.

No dead men to outline in the street.

No random thoughts at your disbelief.
They all cease.

New paragraph when i feel.
...When i feel.

No resemblance but my name.
I urge the same.
Surge and then aim.

Broken reads.
To what i think.

Thrust!
The ink pierces the paper.
Word smith maker.
Language creator.
Graphite crator.