Pencil touching paper,
Eye
Searching for the impulse,
Light.
Eye touches object touches me.
Electric connection, transcending time and space to propel pen
Along paper.
Force of spirit fills my grasp.
Graphite line lays gray trail,
Forming mystical connection
Of man to his world,
Stepping out of one universe to visit another
From solid space to delicate spaces in between us
And the lightning touch of eternal life.
Connection made: heart moved; soul uplifted high as possible
And back again.
A "Pi" poem
Words per line: 3141592653589793
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Micke
(who's a bit late on commenting, eh? :o)