As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Inkhorn


Swirling with potential

Quill

Breaking the surface and

Extracting

Limitless images

The men of Babel built a tower

It's salience catching the

Eye of Heaven

The men of letters much more

Subtle

Their Babel built on

Parchment plains

Rising into the clouds of

Time


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