drawn to fall, fall dawn, fawning song
thought is exactly that which you emit. a thought is not fully realized until flipped from your bodily apparatus.
a blink, a sigh, a smile, a cry, finger tip twinkle, dripping ink from inscribing hand, prance of the toes on a cold floor, tap of the leg to found frequency, a poem spoken, a post bloating
the exchange from this mind to that surface.
and here i present.
drawn thoughts.