Writer’s wish that words were infinite. Thoughts, need not spoken.
Like Magic…poof, it’s there! Osmosis Jones, like a flash, a pose…candid.
A world grasped on mind’s end.
Realized & written our instantly,
motionless of hand; w/o a spill of ink wasted and trees upon lands.
Definitively received by the masses on a scale that grand.
Just look at nature…this now was captured in four billion years.
Now I gotta realize that I have to sweat and even fight for tears to even catch a
glimpse of producing a processed prose of truth.
I guess I’ll have to see how many “Likes” come thru.
