Back 2 Basics (Pencils and Pages)

The convenience of tech

has caused me to neglect

and almost forget

my sixth digit.

How, with it,

I connect my abstractions –

make thoughts manifest

through its actions:

Scratching and friction.

Capture my diction.

Trap them

between bars of blue.

Take my passions

and paste them like glue

to second dimensions.

View them like God’s Spirit

hovering over firmaments.

Erase them.

Remake them more permanent

with each successive iteration –

burning them deeper

into the eye of the re-reader,

into the mind of inner speaker.

Refined until I find

its perfection through edits.

Writer’s mind and my pencil

connected combine

to record my reflections –

make mirrors out of paper

reshape words into

medicine or weapons

with six fingers: four resting

upon two and a palm

gliding along this surface

from west side

eastward with purpose.

Laying my inscriptions

to birth this

fertility write into verses

that show you who I am;

convey how I feel.

Make what I remember

and imagine more real

to the world outside

of my head.

Sometimes I need

wood pulp and lead

to get back to my basics.

- HymnAgen