Write.
Write, Write.
Succession of obsessions
and grab-bag nuances
and dreams dancing to life
from the hand -
she has such mystique. (they say)
Love-dappled paintbrush pencil
dip, dip stroke
switch to blue, then change the hues
what a hand
what meaning has this hand?
Write.
Write, Write.
Fear makes me fill these pages
a slow to stop could be fatal
my art evades me
evolve, evolve
Who shall I write for today?
- July 6, 1985, A.D.
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