Naturus dos scriptus

Words begin to paint
Letters bustling to place
Wheat’s stalk in grain-
His blue berry spirit walk

Hearts faint in paint
Letters bleeding faint
The paper her canvass-
Verse spewed atext

Lost in their silence
Wrists sprout with verse
Canto in tango
Doggerel in dogma

Nerves ooze with words
Hearts pumping ink
Black dye’s eye
Felt one with self

How is it their palms verse,
When sorrow’s flour
The dough of my hearse
No cake shall bake?

Wheat’s grain in stalk
Canvass brought to light
Words creeping
Panting
Slanting-

Quill’s last drop
Felt breaks from self
I watch in quiet
A curtain’s closing rise;

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