Vim and Vitriol

The page has vim and vitriol
Within its very fibers
For when a thought has come to call
The ink bleeds through a wry curse

A sketch or word of boundless means
Can only be displayed
Within four corners, and only seen
Per what skill and craft create

And yet the well from which is borne
The sketch and words and will
Is bottomless and without scorn
With thoughts, all undistilled





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