the sentence succumbs to motion.
once you say ‘G’d Day’.
Acknowledging their existence,
but paying no mind, which is fine
most of the time, the Mistress’ whip,
firmly in hand slows words down a little.
To toy with them and not face the blank paper
is only another procrastination tool.
Describing the blindness from the inside, out, takes
practice and is practicle solution to inking pen,
but does nothing to script emotion. Nor for the sound of
depths woven in tales, nor for the scent of a moment when
discovery is made. Lullabyes would simply have no tender
touch, if the sleep they seek eludes the composer.
dld july 5th, 2010 for 6S