To make the inkwell swell
like swollen veins
from filth and pains
and strains
or hammer down the carbon
that remains
that's what writing
should be like
to fight Thanatos
and suck Eros
into your vellum
your Tabula Rasa
delight.
Newyearsday 2015 Madrason
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