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Ink Spill X
In the high schools & the hovels.
In the subterranean levels.
In the sky-scape castles.
In the dirts & gravels.
In the depths of the wilderness…. Both urban & otherwise.
A pen was held in a hand…
Moving clockwise and counter clockwise.
And there were ink spills & spills of ink
Oh… There were spills of ink & ink spills.
Spreading across the surface of the page like illumination… Illuminating
Burgundy foundations were laid.
The very stuff of which we are made.
And the music of the frequencies played.
Vibrating in the mind outward where it staid.
We need the words.
To break free of the herds.
To reach out like flights of bats and birds.
To take over the day & the night & be the change that is heard…
Published 3rd Jun 2021
Author's Note
Some of my thoughts on writing.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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3rd Jun 2021 5:08pm
4th Jun 2021 3:44am
4th Jun 2021 1:15am
Ink spilled on the page and sent out like this, can touch those who read it, and so the words are not alone, and neither are we. (That is my hope in some small way)
4th Jun 2021 3:47am
Thank you Senid...
Someone very cool just told me that people are like windows in the structures of us... Man, you and others are like immaculate stained glass windows in the structure of me... Turning me into something... Maybe beautiful... I am only beautiful because of the windows... Otherwise, well... What am I then?
I think the writing also takes the form of windows.
It is incredibly thought provoking.
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Someone very cool just told me that people are like windows in the structures of us... Man, you and others are like immaculate stained glass windows in the structure of me... Turning me into something... Maybe beautiful... I am only beautiful because of the windows... Otherwise, well... What am I then?
I think the writing also takes the form of windows.
It is incredibly thought provoking.
...
4th Jun 2021 3:55am
I have some thoughts about that, I think. It is a poem in the making. Anything I see, is part of who you are. Glad we can be windows for each other.
4th Jun 2021 3:59am
