Sentence. Phrase. Paragraph. Structure.
How words flow unto the page.
In neat little channels,
Each with there proper stream.
Chaos. Insanity. Madness. Fluidity.
The truer language of the mind,
Of chasing strings and dripping thoughts,
Without a path to the page.
Make it a holy place,
Change it to a shrine.
Turn a simple little page,
Into the single Page.
A space where truth lies,
A home for the beliefs and perspectives,
of every creature, and every object.
To be immortalized in ink.
Build, Create, Grow, Collect.
Let the Page become a world.
Let your skinny fingers bring together,
a glowing light from your soul.
Destroy. Rip. Burn. Ruin.
Teach the lessons that must be learned.
Show the faults of ending and denying,
By wielding it's only weakness.
Yin and Yang.
Ocean Tide.
Light and Dark.
Chaos and Order.
Everything is in balance.
But the balance is so playful.
Tip the scales, and watch the world dance.
Then take it down.
The Page.
Make it your recluse.
Go there to tell the universe your story,
then go out and live it.
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