The Yearning Paper

The fibres of the paper raise their fingers to the air Grasping and pulling to get the ink above Yearning for the words Words that create history and halt the passage of time Flattened dimensions 3-d objects in a 2 dimensional place Thoughts the liveblood of the dripping ink and ideas come to fruition A pausal breath before releasing life The artwork surrounded by a sea of the dead who could never look away. The wisened tree cut to water pulp, fated for fate The blank white canvas that accepts greedily As the writer give bith to life on the pages And imagination fathers another child.