Sky Surface.

I’ve been told I sling ink with the unrelenting fervor of a fiend

My pen skates paper,  friction sparks flame

Levitating fumes — Slowly. Deliberately, coalescing

Eventually marking the sky with intermittent smoke signals;

High or low — as far as you assume you may be,

Sooner or later you’ll start to see

That if you’ve been looking for a soul that burns much like mine

Every other place you’ve looked will continue to be the wrong place,

There’s only one soul that bears my likeness. You’ve already found it.

 

– O.D. ©2021

 

Art by: Aenami