Prophecy Of An Inscription

My inkwell is full
Yet this parchment
Before me remains as
Untrod upon as a
Field of freshly
Fallen snow.

My inkwell is full
Yet somewhere
Between my mind’s
Meditations and my
Hand’s motions
Amity’s affair with
Love and relationship
Ambles awry; I’ve
Only wished to write
Some long sought
After story of ardor.

Providence, dip
Your pen of provision
Into my inkwell,
Author and autograph.

Originally written
22 February 2005

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