I found only lead raw and clandestine as the planted seed held by hands attempting to perceive that lead is all i’ve got
a cloud of proposed answers for the arbitrary wonder from this fine lead and its daunting potential to the tree shaken free from leaves
to ask for control is to ask too much look deep and penetrate the bare earth find that surge to stay in touch release the Secret and hold the line
and it started with the crack of a pencil shattered under the weight it bore looking past the shield and into the world can one perceive only that which they are told?
Write without weight Dream without material Touch the intangible Disintegrate
to float through the looking glass and enter the world flawlessly interrogating the sun I tried to face the paper with loaded lead to write without the fear of breaking
and now i’m down on my hands looking for my head searching for room to expand but finding only lead
