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You write

Jotted down the silence of your voice onto parchment
Like saintly breath farmed from a river of stars
And cast upon the anointed brow of distant dreams
Fused with the sparkle of an invisible communiqué

Where light and all of its shadows
Reconstitute

Assuring a sacred balance
As it flows along the surface of your hands
Through the quill of idea

You write

Intensifying your meaning
With dazzling calligraphy

Resembling a psalm or sonnet
Devoid of structure
Or the pompous meter of piousness

Mending a breach of flight
With the winged emotion of anticipation

Making it easier to probe the portal
Linking feathered words
With the juicy substance of thought

You write

In uncommon dialogue
In the flare of an exotic language

Arriving not a moment too late
Cryptic yet making total sense

For the scent of musk
Still emanates from the fibers of porous paper
Originating from the fingerprints of your thoughts
In the moonlight far away