Alphabets Voyage

Alphabets Voyage Just last week the alphabets walked off into the sky Taking Saudi Arabia and China’s colloquial scripts along With pages, other fibrous substances in disguise, into the ages Hiding white as ghosts on vast tracts of time Behind trees that once made them into paper To tie the world together in education Alphabets climb through the stars to changes Into the very core of white Moving past Madagascar up and out past all the planets Dropping a simple note behind, no one there to read it It read, “Be back soon” but even those small words would leave Later, packing letters, each one placed inside a bag to go Like spies, down to the very pulp of life, fictional or not All journeyed, sojourned onward, lined like soldiers in a box Only white stayed pure as virgin armies on clean linens lines Laid down on a slice of air there between the pages Blank papers, blank books, blank looks, remained Everything seemed fine up to the point When pencil tips broke from wood and lead Pens went dry, evaporated, fell down a well The Press halted in mid air Everything seemed right Paper stayed white and mute as usual Reading between the lines came easy as words took off Thoughts lined up for moving to a brand new future Executing freedoms one by one upon the hand of nature Never to tell a story twice until it’s written on the stars The soul was taken out of alphabets so they took off Their voyage started here, a tiny world Given proper paper context They could be anywhere by now Walking on the sky or over atmospheres Alphabets leave paper trails of white For other worlds and cultures to absorb Or something else we haven’t thought of But that’s alright