Dot Dot Dot Comma

~Dot Dot, Dot, Comma.~ The dot, dot, dot, a playfull rhythmic flow of audasity, overthrowing thee emotions into a Fantasy of endless Foreshadowing. A Pen licks the page, for itself has no comma, to stay your hand with, so dot dot dot, is like a comma to me. But when tiss over sometimes after a dot dot dot, leaving entranced the reader, The Pen sees no more words to be fitting. & What do I dispise most about the pen's loss of appitite, nothing, because I know that, that only shows more to discover in poetic form, un-like the comma.