WRITE

WRITE

there is
ink
and then
there
is paper

there is
translated via
hexidecimal
from the
original binary

the keys
that you hit
and what you
see on the screen

sending
to other machines
that you will
be talking to
sharing with

loop of consciousness
between writer
and reader
     contained in
the image, twisted
by metaphor

bent into or
out of shape

by the demands of
quantum thought
pressure
       of gravity

and so the pen runs
fingers flow
         all so linear it
looks

which
      be deception, pure

linguistic treachery
(of the best
            and sweetest and
most se-du-ductive kind)

intransitive this verb
as Roland
           so redefines it

there is ink
and there is paper

a Universe waiting, on
for dear life holding

with every
       Rorschach blot masquerading
as concept
every singularity real
and imagined between
Heaven
        and Hell