I believe that now, at last,

the quality of the literature might improve.

The tragedy in the loss of handwriting

is not the loss of handwriting.

Only those with the handwriting know.

Handwriting is meditation.

Handwriting contains blood,

Nature

is man made.

Cities will pour into countrysides,

electricity will pour

into old bans,

and old barns will fall into oceans,

be raised,

razed

or remain

jubilant wobbly...

Water will touch underskirts,

spritz plants. Slide down your hand

hold the ---- with me here

water

sifts,

spritzes  under  skirts  as the page turns not only your fingers

to yourself,

your thoughts, divinity

(handwriting like fingers to yourelf)

upholds you

how you want to be held,

your back to the bed,

hard and hearty against the bed,

and otherwise.

cities will pour electricity into your countrysides

the incomes, the outcomes,

the sunlight,

the ducks on the tide.