Unknown Font Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Praise pours in for a completely brand new thought
For a hitherto undisclosed viewpoint, the first of a marching line of innovative concepts

And the operator makes a new tool to handle this
And he molds a new print head for his printing press
No reduction in vision during the compression of communication

With a passion burning slowly, you select a previously unknown font
It looks like two centuries ago
It looks like a party invitation
It looks like squiggly lines and a squiggly future

Language hide and seek, stay out of the reeds
A capacity roadblock requires you to get out of your vehicle
Requires you to empty your pockets and repeat "What did you think I meant? "

With not much enthusiasm, you allow artifice to bog you down
What seemed like a revolution now seems like a chore
Presets are forever the the same and their format collapses your soul