Ink

Words, haphazardly splotched

Or meticulously written,

They all amount to the same thing.

They are phantoms of inspiration,

Relics of thought and fixation,

Fossils of poets and kings.

People reduced to ashes,

Their voices now dust in the wind-

Their shadows and ghosts are now written-

Conciousness transferred to ink.
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