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.
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