Feelings corrispond to the words,
The artist sits in pondering aww.

Slowly the artist twitches and the synapps flair,
the quill meets scroll.
Running like a river the meaning of all,
culminate in a gumbo of words that touch at your heart.
At the pinnacle momment the poem lets you down easily,
and then tucks you in for a nice pleasent nap.



Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Khepary, in the year 130 MA.