The words, they rumble.
My thoughts speak in written form.
Slanted but an odd beautiful form.
Softly hearing the scratches when ink meets its foe.
For it takes its breath away;
Each stroke steals and evacuates the very fiber of its life
And splatters it across white color.
Illuminating..enlightening..instructing.
A comforting thought for the instrument,
Comes in knowing the potential permanence it may provide.
In understanding what others will read
May inspire and may create heart.
A heart just enough to realize that what was stolen was a purpose.
A purposeful life worth losing
For the greater good of the masses.
To learn, to get inspired, and to acknowledge..
..the heart is in the reading.
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