Script

A single script

Ink spills onto

Systematic the form, assistive the function

Instructing course of treatment before

Fingers release the tension, that pencil, pen or nib beholds

Each stroke presses through

The texture of the paper’s skin

Carving paths beneath formed flesh

Speeding or slowing, raising or lowering

Matters of balance more often than naught

Yet in some instances the cases can become

Contingencies of knowing, akin to life & death itself

The outcome from these ciphered words

The reactions that they may or may not reveal

Be it addiction or monetary confines

The costs sometimes small yet often large,

When measured against the best & poorest, of health & time,

Yet to consider the alternatives, perhaps a value cannot be set

It’s either try and move forth however rocky that path may be

Or sit idly by and watch regret accost your survivor’s seats