my life is a dot
and life itself a blank page
i am but a small mark
spawned from the mark maker
a small dot here
beside a line there
an accident perhaps?
one the mark maker doesn't notice
becoming creative with interlacing trace
o what a clever mark maker
mark maker mark maker
keeper of the pen
make a dot for me
and none but me
marked bold are the animals
marked light lay the land
moving marks bring air
marked shimmering is sand
marking high for the trees
marks low for the well
marks of color make a sky
a dot remains alone
mark maker mark maker
keeper of the pen
make a dot for me
and none but me
look around at the trace
the lines and the weave
seeing up close the dark circles
and high high trees
search as i may search as i might
find a dot i have not
for none is in sight
ive been high and low
and diagonal even
but the mark maker doesn't respond to a dot
to small to be noticed
an accident of art
upon a large page
o mark maker mark maker
keeper of the pen
i am a lone dot
make another for me?
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