Ink’s Dance

Ink carries so much weight Embedded in its strokes and flourishes, Laboring under our love and our war, Straining under our disordered dis-ease, Curbing our wildness to its purpose. “Speech! Speech!” we thunder. “Hear. Hear,” it rejoins in elegant serenity. The dance of its law brings us to pointe There our whirling chaos becomes aContinue reading “Ink’s Dance”