Nib In Hand
words written in graphite
eraser in hand but the pencil is sharp
traces leave their mark and point to the truth
ink from a deep fountain
smudged by a wandering quill
inches forward on paper thin canvass
invisible imprints
scripted from a fanciful mind
empties hesitation and impressionable doubts
stylo-graphed images
peruse fleeting sculptures
transcend illusions of permanence
an empty page
demands representation
ready to receive uncensored flow
01st March 2021
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2021
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