BLEEDING PEN

 This red ink that my pen bleeds are alphabets, not just banausic alphabets 

but alphabets that if conjoined has the potential to contour words,

words that only the mind can apprehend.

There's a necessity for folks of this geologic time to be edified with sapience,

lest they go far from the intended target.

Apiece trickle of my ink is incorrigible

as it flows in an unsteady stream.

Like the sound of a liquid falling drop by drop. 

                 © GrEaTnEsS 🦁