Shadows fall upon words.
Word by word I write.
Pen is a only a feel;
A long black figure
fixed to a fist
casts shadow over the script.
Black upon black
the paper goes mad
and curses the candle light.
I stop writing
to burn the paper.
Black words fall with a cry;
Sacred flames receive the holocaust.
Words are free.
Thoughts find salvation.
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