Ink

Seeking permanence

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You coloured me in roughly
The lines, a mere suggestion
You filled me in furiously
With whatever crayons were sharpened
And now
I struggle to find path and pattern
In every curve and junction
I seek out shape and form
But
I am slowly adding points to the bezier
I am key framing time and space
I am arcing towards meaning
I am skewing towards specificity
I will spill ink
I will reach permanence

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