As my ink runs out, so
do my ideas.
Words & images dwindle
from the minds edge;
Hanging over the cliff of
reality – preparing to be bathed
by holistic ideals.
Pen & Paper meet anew,
fresh & clean.
Flowing & full of ideas –
a maelstrom of brilliance;
As creativity & reality bind, a
new entity is born.
wil becker
1993
gonzo340
enjoyed it.