This pen makes me want to write

This pen makes me want to write Not out of spite Just to write I’m above the line I’m below it.  Some analysts seem to know it You know….. What it all means Somethingtodowithegoandconfidencewhywouldwegoruntothefence Hands a grasping Eyes a peering  Through the diamonds of the chain link Pupils clasping Style a searing  Smooth, the fly-arounds of a plane light blink Words entering Words to exit Words splintering Words to bless it Words come off of this pen as if it were a dream Birds summoned and coughed back when this place was a stream Now it’s structual mass Sturdy and strong The bow of a guteral lass Spurty of a song