The Ink Is Calling

Suspended moments between the lines,

my mind now lost in space

 

Sublimated syntax buried deep,

my spirit free to race

 

A light unfiltered, the sound of horns,

my body starts to rise

 

The ink is calling, my pen in hand,

new words at last—arrive

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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