if my eye
could lay on the plane
where the pen lies
and the ink were to blink
while the lash marks
the face that holds our expression
evaluates stark
contrast dark
difference insistent that written persistance
is memory wishes in fade better instant
the faint as its listed
noted, dotted, and doting
rakes coals over blisters
chars tickling whispers
as ash and secrets
organize on the wind
and scatter again.