No Ink From Within

You tell me…

 “the structure gives strength to my writing”

 

I tell you…

“it’s nothing but crutches in waiting”

 

You tell me…

  “the order brings a beginning and end”

 

I tell you…

  “the sequence does feign and pretend”

 

You tell me…

  “the form—the most important of things”

 

I tell you…

  “the truth rides on Seraphim’s wings”

 

You show me…

  the prison you’ve build with your pen

 

I show you…

  a cartridge empty—no ink from within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

 

 

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