The barren sheets of dreams lay white,

awaiting disturbance, the imposing pen,

whose ink will forever stain the plies

as empty space gives birth again.

Upon the parchment life is forged

letter by letter as words appear,

arranged precisely they are gorged

with abstract meaning coming clear.

Nations have been born by such

meanderings, the writer’s scrawl,

as precepts therein are retouched,

refined scribbling becomes law.

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