Jeremy Patnou


Through time and reality
We transcend…
Our minds a portal,
To a road,
A journey
As grand as we dare fathom.
Our minds, overfilled
Spill forth their essence
Pick up your pen,
The siphon to drain your mind
Flow black blood
Of the mind
Black blood ink
Of thoughts.
From mind, through pen
Spill canvas upon virgin white parchment
We write,
Write, as the earth turns,
Write as time ticks,
Write until the world ends,
We write.
Scribes of time
Our writing stands testament too much
Yet we live so far from it all,
Outside of time
As spectators at a game
We wait at watch,
writing with pen and paper in hand.

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 19, 2009

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