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
poems 2 die for 