Late Night Heptad OneA Poem by Invisible Ink
Heptad: a group or series of seven
my pen talks to itself, even as you listen.
perhaps you read waiting for the arrival.
that moment; self gratification; a feeling
sharing thoughts, feelings, images;
never intended, never even desired.
because ink flung into the void,
has bad handwriting
© 2010 Invisible Ink
Added on February 10, 2010
Last Updated on February 10, 2010
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