Line breaks, empty spaces,
Composition by field,
Chaos typographies,
Anal punctuations—
Very interesting
Devices, from the first
Paragraph marks to bits
In strings of zeroes and
Ones, what was once graphite,
Now electrified sand,
Assigning italics,
Boldface, pilcrows, thousands
Of years later, but still.
What’s weirdest in writing,
Besides writing itself,
Is the invisible,
Inaudible, curling
But untouchable sense
Of fresh thoughts gestating
Inside those old symbols,
Dragon chrysalides.
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