I AM NOTHING
I AM NOT
Life is like a sentence, a mere dot can end you.
And of what use is your uppity upper case,
Your grammar embrace,
Your word space,
Your sentence brace,
Your prose grace,
Your meter pace,
Italic type face
If a mere dot is your efface!
Even if our art is the painting of paper with words, the fact remains, none of it is but a drop in the ocean of ink that came before us and will flow after us.
Line after line, stroke after stroke, until we become the fading dot.
Pay your dues to the masters who you owe your craft to. Pay your dues before you’re due.