Dogs 2020


xvii(3/9/2020)
philosophy
spirituality
but always
with a measure
of practicality
Faris looks
closer
at his scratchings
upon the
walls
a soft
stone
the best
that he cold
do
already
the earliest
writings
had faded
something
more lasting
was needed
he tried
other rocks
but the
effect
was much
the same
the impermanence
of a blackboard
lessons
quickly forgotten
he searched
more diligently
for alternatives
finally finding
that mixture
of clay
and berry juice
stained
his hands
sufficiently enough
to give him
hope
he sacrificed
a toothbrush
to form
a stylus
retraced
some of his
earlier letters
played
with the balance
of his new found
ink
to get
the most suitable
contrast
but now
that he was
at last
ready
he really
had no idea
what
to write