Its beginnings is a desire to shut down,
Coupled with fate's pen in hand.
The whirling hungers for focuse
Just as the pen must have thick ink.
One black pass for a purpose.
The theme differs with each encounter.
But lately, reminds me of Iron Ivy.
Connecting Chaos swirling A web.
Each line has a connection to the whole.
Each ending with a sharp point.
Doodling end as time dictates.
Quickly I gaze where I started.
Seeing the end.
I throw it away.