The pen gracefully glides across the page,
Swirling into existence foreign eyes,
Glowing with beauty, benevolence, brage.
Pink eyelashes rise; from the center they fly.
   Orbiting globe; arms arise, fanned fingers,
And evergreen follicles from dark pores.
Caligraphic tears stretch o’er to linger,
Blossoming in liquid flowering doors.
   Jagged, the stroke becomes stark, lines of straight.
Purple faces scream and call to the eye,
Falling sobs; Of their release they do wait,
The encased pupil unknown to their cries.
   Birthing of a universal language,
Unbeknowest of their future anguish.