December 22, 2010

Day 352 - The Typewriter

Here it all begins
The lines and verses; the triumphs and sins
They cross the page in ink that runs in my veins
Until on the page it forms shapely stains

Here it is carefully placed
Upon ivory pages: so many that will go to waste
So many that cannot contain the breaths
That while making us live now - in halting - bring our deaths

Here it is and here it will go
Dancing off to places we can hardly know
Until we land there in the majesty
That teaches us so simply, how to be

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