Ink flows on the paper as the pen knows what to write each stroke a new character the broken lines filling with tight script that tells stories hip tales of heroes, their actions throes of pain and glories I have no need for names or thought for the pen knows all about their battles fought My hand is but the vessel giving voice to the caper
Oh…this makes so much sense! The flowing lines perfectly express and explain the writer as conduit – trusting the pen to mark and write. Lovely!