There was a war
That went on here today
In this room
In this book
On these scrawled
And ink-stained pages
I am not sure
Who it was that won
But casualties
Are blasted
In scribbles and
Scratches and arrows
And notes in margins
It is a beautiful mess
Pen and ink
Against the virgin white page
Tediously plotting out
A work of art…
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