I must write!
The transient words pass by my consciousness
like the piercing lights that take dull eyes aback
and linger for a few brief moments in the peripherals--
before disappearing back
into the heavens.
Curse these confounded ink-stained fingers;
your scribblings barely get the thoughts out in time,
and you do so with mortal wounds
of aches and cramps,
and god-forbid,
your pen runs out of ink!
So you keep your tools sharp
and your stone tablets at hand,
for when transcendent light strikes again:
You will be not be caught off-guard
by serendipity.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 8:00 PM UTC
I must write!
The transient words pass by my consciousness
like the piercing lights that take dull eyes aback
and linger for a few brief moments in the peripherals--
before disappearing back
into the heavens.
Curse these confounded ink-stained fingers;
your scribblings barely get the thoughts out in time,
and you do so with mortal wounds
of aches and cramps,
and god-forbid,
your pen runs out of ink!
So you keep your tools sharp
and your stone tablets at hand,
for when transcendent light strikes again:
You will be not be caught off-guard
by serendipity.
