The hand strives to print
A dot.
With the hope it would be a
Period or an end of one.
But used to verbose writing
The scroll
Makes the dot dance
A small tear and it becomes just a pause,
Or shows unexpected excitement, not really a stop!
Sometimes it questions the pen, doesn’t it?
The pen still persists
The scroll accepts, but wily as it is,
Continues to fakes the stop to a continuum…
The mindscape filled with these dots
The pen tries to connect them
Chasing the dots
Lines criss-cross
In search of the stop
To rest.
