Sunday, January 14, 2018

demiurge

The writer with furrowed brow 
Spurred on by some ineffable force
The pen to paper set
And from it flows a world unknown 
Unconstrained from time and place 
A river of ink released by a demiurge 
Unlocked from ego and id 
To build like drafter's architecture 
Page by page a new land 
Heretofore just imagined

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