And
the feel of a tip to touch
The
silvery metallic bands
And
the flawless utensil as such
Each
line connects
And
with that funny-fizzed movement like so
The
trinket that caused hands to sweat
Begins
its remarkable tone, to a slow
A
figure of such put together handiwork
The
pen withdraws from the page
And
from behind shadows, lurks
To
set its new satisfactory stage
