paper is the battlefield on which i face the world,
my strategies use a language all their own.
i use varied markings only seldom understood,
translations of the words i do not speak.
i pick and choose my army, it varies by the hour,
it could be ink or charcoal, pencil, paint.
my arsenal's a massive compilation of expression
brought forth by prayers to wield these heavy thoughts.
-D.B.
2/26-27/2013
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