Take my handwriting
times new roman
size twelve leading one with five
am behind every syllable
the rush you
with a dropper that sheds his blood from an abyss
you are the puddle beneath
report now
instantly justified
are no ink
tinkling cursor waiting for me
getting tired of waiting
and any moment you
kaleidoscope pipes nothing
a journey through space
cube that becomes a flower that is made is area
I can think of more
verse and poetry you
