Ink
This week's poem, as always, with a touch of Aphantasia.
words balanced carefully on the tip a needle a syringe driving ink pressing out more hollow words to hide the others vacuous stains on clean empty lines ink gets in the way it spreads out thin then it stills permanent on paper in ink
Thank you for reading. Here’s another poem.
My initial post has more about Aphantasia. Have a look, and the poems might make a different kind of sense.
Please share this with any aphants you might have in your life. I am highly curious to know if any of this resonates with others whose mind’s eyes are dark.
—Alex
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