The Outstanding Journey of the Pen

a tiny crumb
on a chest of burden
a bag of pens
yet heavy the hands that steer the quill

stood a arbiter
the social isolation of an individual
stood the voice
of a thousand in one

ajar, the hat atop the head
tributaries part from rivers
of ink
of a crumb
of burden




(i need redemption from the writer's block. it's been omnipresent for far too long. if anyone can tell me what the poem means, thou shalt have gained my undivided respect for life)


-the lost captain