A Pencil World
A pencil world, there are marks everywhere
I’m formed by some pencil streaks on paper
She lives on this paper, a grand image
Standing on some raggedly made passage
Lines to form the walls and shadows abound
I see myself in strange footage around
Seeing everything in only line form
Crafts mastery in circular reform
I can sense she’ll approach with her strange arms
And aligned with pieces of pencil charms
This page envelopes me, confines me more
My brain still functions, not sure what I’m for
My world is a bunch of stray pencil marks
Drawn onto a paper as some remarks
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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