You just wrote a wrapper for my brain on this fair day. Thanks for this skillfully written distillation of wisdom.

I hear a deep appreciation for the actual instrument in this poem. The joy of pens and inks and papers fill these lines. "Weapon of the quiet" and the idea of liberation from glass imprisonment, which is also hourglassed, are such reverent language choices. 'opacity of tool' and "liquescent" made me think of 'painting with water,' and how real ink and pens and paper are beeing seen in human hands less and less, sort of vanishing liquescence. I bet you have a fountain pen somewhere in your keeping :) ~~ DIana