Sunday, 24 March 2013

I Put My Pen To Paper Anyhow

The words were not there
But something was stirring deep within
Insanity or brilliance, perhaps both
Understanding the fullness of its urgency has never come

I put pen to paper and wrote anyhow

I wrote what I saw within
Heaven and Earth
Unlaced and dancing
Beating upon internal drums, I could barely hear

I put pen to paper and wrote anyhow

And though I am sure of very little
I am certain of one thing
That you and I, we are pieces of all of this 
This primal dance of Heaven and Earth

So I put my pen to paper and I write anyhow

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