The Dark Side of the Moon

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of ink and parchment

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carve the very essence 

of your soul

in a piece 

of parchment

in that staccato

of a moment, 

you own everything—

encompassing all

you own the—

   the world;

   the time;

   the universe

the blossom 

of blood

in the tangle of your vessels

is the ink

the rage of power 

in your mind 

is the thought—

strong enough to topple towers

and in the end,

never punctuate 

the flowing thoughts—

the cascading words