Words
Pen in hand and paper amassed
the ink drips slowly down
the writer seeking perfection of words
unbequest of a simple knowledge
the words are not the issue
the work is built not by words alone
but by ideas behind them
from intuiton to ambition
you ,Rembrant, your brush the pen in hand
and your masterpiece before you
the template your mind and soul
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