Perfect Union

In my wildest dreams I could not imagine a most perfect union of thought and imagination the creation of imagery, that take you into a virtual world of possibility and hope a world of darkness and despear a world that encompasses all human emotions stringed together into coherent and incoherent scribbling a soul is touched a tear is resulted a heart is hastened never are we more eloquent when we are pouring ourselves onto a blank page we serve our master well ink dipped into our sweat from our brow our boned carved pen scratches our epitaph onto the tablet of our life it is no wonder we are coveted sort after revered despised as we chronicle our journey scrutinzed by our peers our words reaches out and connect.