
Letters ascend,
swirl across,
slowly descend
in order, not chaos;
lead the eye,
hypnotically,
into depth of sky,
rhythmically;
obey the creator
with pen in hand,
dually the narrator
in fantasy land.

Letters and images,
all that one needs,
as artist alleges,
you follow the leads.
Stir your imagination,
see with your soul
your own affirmation,
from parts to the whole.
In any configuration
called art or poetic impression
conduct your own examination
then excercise your free expression.
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