they put sap in the caligraphy device,from an extinct blue fish,made from mold and crayon
fungus grows in the pen
moss and flowers could errupt
the viscous syrup rolls off the ball
the ink wet the page with rivers of balm
the caligraphy device spurt and splat in the groove and valleys
the distentions dent the page
popeys turn red,in the book of the fish
the page is like sponge
the page are like scales
a fin would mean a sea of foam
and glue
the extention comes out of the wall
tje rollerball slink and dot
the ink splashes into the sea
the nozzle has tundra and frost
the fireflies drink from the pool in the page
from the lather the stems translate to language
accentuation are coils and foliage
i could undress without a word
the moisture left,could restart the Blue Fish,could restart the Barracuda
the mold turned red in the flower bed
the syrum grows in the machine
the needles prick the sheet
the device follows the line
eggs could grow,flowers could hatch
electrilc insects zip and hum ,through the extentions of wire and cord
the expance is enough to fit
the ink spills
the crayola is Lamborghini pearl
the ink could recycle the paper
the caracters are fraderant like rosemary
tge sap in the sop could bake to bread
the blue fish pláster gr8n to sap with crayon
the pen is alive
the calugraphy device distends and recoils
the kitten recoiled her nails
Falcons circle the machine
vapour from the stack leaves the big mouth duct
the Blue Fish book,return to the sea