Typography

Letters, numbers, marks–they compose
the permanent skin we weave around
the indistinct vivacity of our thoughts.
Every wave, a surface;
Every stone, a weight;
Every light, a star
or some more earthly flame–how
does expression beg its proper form?
Mastery, I tell you,
whenever am I to be read,
eludes us . . . .

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Copyright 2014 by Michael Marsters.
All rights reserved.

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