"Let me walk through the fields of paper touching with my wand dry stems and stunted butterflies...."
~Denise Levertov, "A Walk through the Notebooks"
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"Ink surrounds me all the time/ On my bed sheets, recorded in rhyme Quills ever scribbling in my head/ Sometimes damnit I forget what they said. Ink has settled into my fingerprints/ But to keep the words I fear to rinse..."
