Constantly searching for that exit from current events;
I put the thoughts in my fingers
as they work their magic together,
to provide a form of freedom.
Hands and eyes coordinate
to put the deepest secrets
on the table;
While thoughts and creations
build to form new.
Scraping the borders of my mind;
I fight to keep the ink fresh
and the smell of thoughts
overwhelmingly robust.
Sheet by sheet the words
paste themselves together;
to construct
logical process.
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