Our poets' bones swallow the pulse of murmurings to blow that once ossified ash into the distance collect in one place, inspired to speak its liquid voice or hammered keys to the page, reuniting the past to the present, tied the relevance of today. Their hearts sail under black and white canvas trusting the quill in winds imagined. They romp and splash in tides pooled to remain and wonder.
Will you dive the waves with me and paint? Drink the Kool-aid of love's drool and drivel, or throw back a few, spilling discontent to draw on the thick dross that lives do contain and rename it... beauty? Follow along with me as we attempt to wrap your mind between the lines, perpetually lost so that color be found within the monochromatic world of poetry, wandering... 'Ink, Blots, & Thoughts.'
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