The Pen

From brain to paper
Through the umbilical cord, my pen,
Pulsating with life force, conveyor of all
Emotions, nutrition, retribution
In its aqueous sphere, bathing in darkness
Muffled sounds startle and soothe

My pen takes it all in and regurgitates
The most fantastical tales
Of woe and happiness
Uncomprehending of the larger view
Dancing and prancing

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