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Quill
strikes paper, paper to quill.
A soft give
and take, a dance among friends.
Tumble,
stumble, a fight between expression and mere exis..
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Each squared
panel giving off a light
That is
shared by no other, light that is unique,
and yet
similar merely in a sense of proximity...
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He staggers
out into the numbing emptiness,
The chill
spring breeze cutting at every pore,
Every
figment of physical and mental self
..
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A steady
rhythm within his head, which reverberates off of the hard wood,
As if
mimicking, or perhaps foretelling, the soft coo
That calls..
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He sits in wait, excitement being expelled from his
fingertips.
Eyes wide, heart empty. The stare hard and hot on
his back,
The mere pressur..
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Born.
A being open to suggestion, open to
form, open to influence.
A constant
intake of sound, visual and texture,
Adapting as
time p..
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Green meets
blue,
Puzzled
together with jagged edge,
Enclosed
within a four by four box, or perhaps one much smaller.
A static
image,..
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The sky
stretches out, a never ending canvas,
Vividly
painted with the last touch of vivacity
That would
be provided on this turn.
Th..
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