Letters solidify across paper
Where the words should come A script swimming in intent
Lessened by imaginations want
They stumble across punctuation
Fall upon hyphenated swords
Grammatical martyrs of lost tales
Battling to be told coherently
Our imagination should not sleep
Nor awake in a gentle wonder
Let it hunger for illumination
Rage for its understanding
Or all the words we may write
Are not worthy of the ink