Words formed on listless tongues
Spoken mundane and all jumbled up
Artificial lifeblood from a single vein
Used by poets and authors to scribble and stain
A story, a rhyme, a grand tapestry
Upon which the soul is indelibly inked
The viscous core coaxing ash from the flames
Bleeding ink on an un-tattered page
Sealing the script and setting the stage
Nations collapse, empires are forged
From the bleeding ink striking the chords
Dimensions imagined, with life to create
As gods with the purpose of penning each page
Be it internal, infernal, unspeakably hard
Or as simple as reaching so near from afar
It all starts by dipping the quill in a jar
Of course quill would be
Of course quill would be number 42. Makes perfect sense. Happy to be reading your work again. :)
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Happy
To have you reading it again. Did you speak your truth yet?
Quill and 42? I don't know the relevance. It's 42 on Ashes' list. Tell me more :)
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Ha!
You will have to watch this clip
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So
Basically, according to the universe's second best computer, what you're saying is, in other words, that the answer to life, the universe, and everything is...
Quill? Yeah, makes sense to me. Looks like everything bleeds ink :)
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr