Permanent Pen 
 
 
 
As it slides across the surface, a trail is left mind you though it is not of natural being. It aids the form in 
keeping ideas together for they are left easily from the natural. As I speak it moves mysteriously, noting 
my every thought. 
	My pen is my life. 
		Writing is left and ideas vanish but the pen still serves. 
		In it's place I do put my ideas there 
Alone... 
	Waiting... 
		PEN 
			Alive... 
				Thoughts. 
 
 
 
 
R. David Paine III