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)