I prefer a pencil formed from cedar timber, painted, lacquered, imprinted with gold— Half the Pressure, Twice the Speed— a medium that will readily
I prefer a pencil formed from cedar timber, painted, lacquered, imprinted with gold— Half the Pressure, Twice the Speed— a medium that will readily
~~~~~~~~ sometimes the tongue scampers off with the mouth, brain not yet on its feet, before words perch like sparrows on the rim
I pray to the spilled dust in those ancient libraries where I blinked and squinted as I shed wishes from rows lining my eyelids.