Writing

Oh paper,
What a vessel art thou!
A keeper,
Of one's shining dreams,
Memory,
Life's history,
An old tongue,
Spoken here
Spoken there.
Oh pencil,
Thy movement is sweet sweat!
Thy master
Labors long for thee,
Scratching out
Wonderful art,
Visions of
Still blue sky,
Still out-cry.
Eraser,
Conception's vital foe!
Sweet ending
To beauty's treason,
Destroyer
Of work untrue,
Killing words
Best not said,
Best unread.

By Christopher (Calandor)
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