I am a scholar
I write the truth
I etch the world
With motions of youth
Like charcoal and paper
On a tablet of stone
Capturing beauty
In mortu’ry tones
Scrawl into dust
The words of my hand
Sculpt out my voice
Crafted from sand
Dull machinations
Simple and plain
Boring in beauty
Like asphalt in rain
I am a writer
I study my life
From harmony’s nectar
to sweetness of strife
fantasy bottled up
and printed for sale
from plithy wise verse
to soft mournful tale
from dull things I take
and beauty I make
from the waving of trees
and the sound of a lake
pleasant concoctions
complex and sweet
moments of magic
like rain in the street
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