Although my tastes have gravitated more towards the visual,
Something within me still likes the lines of type
That shape the pictures you cannot see.
Imagination is far more beautiful than definite image.
So I struggle to pen the unseen flight of fancy
As my mind modifies the world around me
Into palatable, manageable frames called words
Shaded in with letters of the alphabet.
Like a painter’s palette, I play with my vocabulary—
Word-forms, order, grammar, and structure.
I make my own logic out of irrational garble
Till I can stand back and look at the finished canvas,
Adding a comma here, an ellipsis there, or
A dash to gap the flow into something
More deliberate and less haphazard.
Word pictures are harder to render, but well-worth the effort.

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