Blue tapping line
Quivering pen

Ten thousand things
In ten thousand words

Mouths from here and there
Lights in front and far away

A magic dust that can't been seen
With eyes that wait

Wait for the line to speak
Wait for the pen to write

Those who drop the pen
Shut the cap
Break in half
Cuff their pants
Run the sand

Running in patterns made of lines
Shapes made anew

Lines and shapes for just today
Today for broken pens
Today for ten thousand things
Today for ten thousand words