“Perceived In Ink” by Suzanne Deakins, H.W., M.

Perceived only in the ink
The blank page tells our story
No imagination, no being

Ink stained hands reaching
to touch the existence of life
The blank page tells our story
How am I to make my marks
Will my ink stained fingers leave their print

Is our existence only in the ink
Will we be known only on this page
No words, no being
Ink stained fingers reaching to know

Reveal your being
Allow my page to be full
Leave your ink print upon my life
Fingers that are writing the story

Come to me maker of stories
Reveal your secret life to my book
Leave none of my pages empty
Creator of my story leave your ink upon me

I would know this ink,
No matter what it writes
I crave its words and being
Come to me ink stain

Give me meaning

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