Graphite floods of abstract calamities,
Varying shades of grey burning gently,
Aging and softening, eroding in time.

Paper rolls from memory to thought,
Image to scripture
           Layed    out
This  way
and
                        That
                        Way

It breathes the air of free reign
A melodic sense of purpose
Carrying      on    to
                    Absence of eraser use
Just scribbles and dashes
Running along the accidental collisions
Of poor thought processes brought together.
The novels that                 never got off the ground,
The ship had sailed but hope returns four pages later
Bringing in soldiers of war holding burning torches
Running rampant in an invasion delivering a mighty inferno
Into this blaze upon thinned wood.
Knife blades brake
Under fanatical stress and long term aches of hairline fractures,
A storm that rages through the night
Leaving a unsuspected peaceful morning in its wake,
These neuron bred armies roll   on    home
To rest
To lie dormant
Until hope breeds inspiration.