Behold the mighty ink, transferring upon this page
Echoing through a deafening silence so I take hold
Within the chamber as I remain without digression.
The words become mere ink blots, untouchable
Draining now upon my soul, torn from my body
New ideas hypnotize, flourishing fires, thrive taking hold of me
While the energies of ink combine an internal solution
So I look into our graceful sun, never stoned—perhaps,
Late into an evening of endless thoughts, I remark
Forever without haste I shall not neglect this work
Drowning me within these new pages, I finally digress
Behold I’ll find myself within the ink blots, transforming
Until vanquished by silence of sleep.
