I tried multiple ways
to ink my thoughts
on a computer screen
dabbing keys rhythmically
and, on a piece of paper
to syringe out –
a part from my veins
But,
To my surprise
I found
my real hand vanishing
A phantom hand
grew fingers for a grip
holding my thoughts in between
Sledging time
on a blank canvas
– space

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