A writer is an octopus

Shooting ink across the waves

That shimmer as the pages turn

A book that churns, roils

Settling ink, like oil

On the surface of the mind.


A writer is an octopus

Hiding at the bottom of the sea

In a cave filled with lantern patterns

Silhouettes of letters trapped in bubbles

Characters mirroring doubles

Reflected in the plankton.



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