like the takingshape of a character
in ink against snow.
The limbs of the body,
gestalt in sweeps of a brush
spilling sound and sense
across the page.
For that moment of
where sensation bleeds through to
it is wise to surmise the source;
the well from which
ink is drawn,
and by whom it was filled.
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