papyrus
falling backwards through words
back to the blank page
the open space
the promise of more
the cathersis of creation
falling backwards through words
back to the open book
the green field
the moment of truth
the catharsis of creation
but still the ink runs dry
the sentences falter
the emotions run high
inside this prison of papyrus and ink
i am free
inside this prison of papyrus and ink
i am free
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