The trickle of squid ink, the fountain of life
I, the diamond headed, sharp inflictor of words and language
What flows with the Inc is cave man tear
From time to millennium, we were future
Whistle trapped in the soco-thesis of Adam and Eve
I, Hera’s instrument shaping cloud into spirals and streaks, the
first omen of first generation life
Are ingredient from the drooping willow in which hand stroked by
Demeter
We hum on delicate remainder of tree, paper
We gave life to Earth lord bound books
Symbols, Hieroglyphic’s, engravements, are the hiss at the tip of
the fountain pen
Are vainy draw, deep in the wing of Heron
I, the whisper caught in the voice of first man
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