Dots From a Box
Dots From A Box
Black dots reside inside a black box on table top
Blue dots are housed in pens as ink, in old cartridges or wells
At the end of sentences they come out to punctuate
To stop a stream of thought on page
Otherwise they would escape with no ideas
Words would never end
Properly placed with surgeon like precision
The pen comes down on pure white paper
A laser pin point tip releases liquid
Forms into a period
Melds on the surface at that concluding spot
On the two dimensional world becoming one
An indelible dot at the end of words and phrases
If left to their own devices, periods would go on parade
Lined up in rows to march like this . . . . . . . . . . .
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