The Gap between lines

Some open paper, and a curious thought

The autumnal kaleidoscopes and the weathered signs.

The dust-riddled artifacts, ideas reinvigorated and caught.

A pen, its husk battered and its ink freshly fused, lies in wait,

These are the indicative warnings of a literary storm.

Books along the mantle, papers thrown across the floor.

A poem for all time – its sensationalism its compass – begins to form.

The prose, stoic and provocative, challenges the contest of societal lore.

It weighs time with strength and philosophy – it sings a solemnly decisive song,

It speaks to the wills of humanity and it speaks to the accords of idealism.

Its spoken in earnest and its spoken almost wistfully and long,

This is the Author’s arsenal – characterizing the chapters of realism.

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