Writing

Come with me my little friend,

Help me lift my pen,

Peck away at neon lighted ink,

Bright screen flaring back at me,

Words shinning in the night,

Give me sight that I might,

Lift my hand from this pecking device,

Give me light, that I might,

Lift my hand from this devilish device,

Typing away for hours on end,

Living into the neon faded light at the end,

Story lifted from print to eyelid,

I kiss goodbye my farsight,

As it turns to neon light,

Ahead of us the unknown comes to sight.

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