To write!
Marking and mucking it up
not ambidextrously
although it may read thusly
manually, this is searching
I write.
I feel the ink flow
I make it come out so
dark and round
bilingually between
print and cursive
encrypted, now I write
more in pen, coded cursives
and dismissives, symbols
instructions only I know
making living language breathe
O how I want,
from my pens' tip to your sweet lips
How so sweet do I know?
I taste the words first.
I write
sometimes it gets loose and away
from me, high and inside
-if I can grab it
and show you-
if I can find it
I can write
until nobody reads cursive
Ye olde quill
becomes nill
turning to teletype
telepathy script better have Edit
Well,
I will write
still
cradling, holding, pulling, drawing out the words
needing to bleed it out
in tendrils
of untranslatable text
while thinking of what to write next...
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