The universe of words is infinity.
Its oceans big and never-ending,
Closed to navigation by a single hand and pen.
The journeyman scribe
Travelling freely,
Sits humbly at words’ feet.
Fact or fiction multiply rendered.
Event, mood, emotion,
Capturing them in sculptor’s relief.
The unhinged writer,
To his devices slave.
Free,
Yet always in chains.
For the universe of words is infinity.
And so it is that any writing excursion,
By necessity,
Remains always incomplete.
