that words are put to paper,
that one mind touches another,
linked by ink and lightning?
How does it come to be
that words change thoughts,
that thoughts change words,
that together they spread and grow a thousand branches,
reaching the distant dust and the cells of yesterday?
Ideas sweep along the edges, tracing the cracks, murmuring, whispering,
trailing sparks, setting light to fear, to grief, to joy.
How does it come to be?