Its been a while since you, full bodied ink, moved over whitened sheets,
In a large, fluid mass.
Rippling and bubbling, underneath invisible skin.
Deeper and deeper and darker and darker.
You move over the page, and only he who looketh hard and looketh long,
Spies the depth of your integrity.
Dark, scuro, Nero, Schwarz, Navy blue, blau, then chiaro blu.
You and me, dissembrace,
and we go on to greater things.
Hear the whitened call, feel the darkened cap.
Me, back in her pocket, and you in immortals temple sat.