Like (Chinese) brush strokes I shall find the point on which I’ll pivot turn
Differentials woven in as bristles spin
Ink across the surface although it appears as a two-dimensional space
It seeps further through capillaries reaching depths
Often forgotten
The infinite dimensions within the page
Made possible by the grace of a hand
Devoid of any fate
save the fate of ink is to be writ
the fate of paper is to be written on
save the fate of ink and paper are in
subjective hands
And now a bond emerges from this pair
In a dreamlike movement fact has come
To act and bind as brush binds ink and paper
Fiber Flesh Fluid Foam
A single stroke of inspiration turn
Inward and ‘round the perimeter
Of the page there sits an image of me
(Chinese) Character
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
Like (Chinese) brush strokes I shall find the point on which I’ll pivot turn
Differentials woven in as bristles spin
Ink across the surface although it appears as a two-dimensional space
It seeps further through capillaries reaching depths
Often forgotten
The infinite dimensions within the page
Made possible by the grace of a hand
Devoid of any fate
save the fate of ink is to be writ
the fate of paper is to be written on
save the fate of ink and paper are in
subjective hands
And now a bond emerges from this pair
In a dreamlike movement fact has come
To act and bind as brush binds ink and paper
Fiber Flesh Fluid Foam
A single stroke of inspiration turn
Inward and ‘round the perimeter
Of the page there sits an image of me
(Chinese) Character
Apr, 2013
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