Images cascade themselves vividly,
But leave only a fleeting memory
Of which velvet brocade paper covers
Dust is noticeable, having not been kept
Soaked and saturated by time, it appears faded
Noting their frailty,
Tired bones attempt to lift the paper’s weight a sheet at a time
Making them ready for the pen
A drop of ink falls from the faulty nib
Bubbling up and then breaking through
Creating holes of ill-shapen form
Leaving behind an asymmetrical Rorschach image
That is open for interpretation ~ Arachne ~ Penned 10/17/13 in the p.m.
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