Ink Think

Upon purchasing a pack of ten pens
As yet unused
I began wondering
What i'd write with these ink spillers
As the fluid, stains the paper
Letters knitted
And oft times knotted
Forged together
As my thoughts are transferred
Down my arm
Into my fingers holding the pen
Containing the ink
That now spills
Onto the virgin vellum
As a myriad of words
Perform a ballet, across the page
Trippingly
cascading
Into a wild dance
Of pirouetting wonder

by Jemia