A familiar sketch,
pen in hand,
ready to mark the
lined paper with
dark, leaded curves,
and dots and squiggles
making sense to
human minds
thru ocular vibrations
exciting neural paths.
Memory?
She the poet,
He the wordsmith
joining globs of black dust,
always new patterns
inspiring to some,
offal to others…
So what?
Gotta do what I do
even without price.
And from deep within
G3 * whispers:
I will provide. *G3 - My symbol
for God – Trinity
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