This pen reserves the right to run,
Color eclipsing the pocket wherein they’re worn,
So pigs and dragons, knights and realms, star-ships and the barbarous,
Heroes and villains, and the little lives that live in mind are pooling on a shirt instead,
Unsung on page, that turns in wind and blows away,
Caught finally in a little river running down the street in the rain it finally meets and comes to cling in a gutter,
Clogging drain instead of an imagination
To change a flow instead of states of mind:
A pen accidentally emptied, a sheet with empty lines.
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