Power

A thick weight smooth with rounded edges for easy handling hard in calloused hands and slippery but for a white knuckled grip held straight even high and steady barred above a tight chest a tight breath ripples just a slight quiver in a single heave repeated A gold banded pen capped and tucked away in dark silk filled with silvery black ink held in soft hands that carry with a smile or a bowed head the weight of hundreds of millions of people's lives rewriting history A gauge that holds no measure exponential limitless opportunity to expand broaden collide letting the present instant guide the practice A spark bursting contained trapped in molded glass or bouncing of hardened rubber or racing down a wire always just a little lost somewhere in-between out there striking down A choice a voice sharp sweet and shapeless wriggling restrained released as is This strength that leaves you weakend wanting more and begging for this to end The power of just another paradox