The ink arose

from the Flickered,

draping its being

upon the tip

that Careforised in devotion,

to the Meta-Cosmiculum inkwell.

 

It dripped existence

onto the page

that melted

into the median weave

encircling

the hush.

 

The word was Writtenised

and dissolved

into

the Noneness.

 

It echoed

through every layer

of compressed wood

performing

as a piece of creation

with held boundaries.

 

"Just one more dip,"

whispered the Cosmiculated longing -

wishing to remain in 

 its anchored form

by Imagination Self-Sustained.

 

The Void was tinted

with all the word could contain -

from within it,

beyond it,

and from all

in between.

 

A brisk breeze

rested upon the one who lingered,

and a soft Metative-Stroke

Careforised to witness

what the assembled

sought to dissolve.

 

Within the field of structures

fancied themselves as the actual,

​

he sank

into the Borrowed,

 

and the Void

dipped the pen

from the other side.