Your point well dipped
holding indigo blue in your hollow
laden with a fertile flow
life lines form from shallow sips

Ethereal in its feathered flight
shivers with this squall line quill
over contour range of parchment's hills
ghost white as flurries storm, it lights

With words of ink absorb each drop
form a world of conscious stream
there to relish savored dreams
until our wrist is tipped to end, stop

A razor's edge comes forth to cut
this blunted calamus tip of keratin
which sly old Caliban was ripped and written
in sharp whittled shavings of vane's rebut

-cec