[wolfbittenpoet]

There is a mad symmetry
In the way the words fall across the page
As the click,click,click of keys rings in silence
But for the melting of the ice in the glass on desktop
And the sound of the cat's soft snores on the bookshelf
Occasionally mosquito buzz near half deaf ears
Advance the page a steady rhythm builds
Tap, tap, tap
Finish page
Scratching pen correcting typos
toofast forgot the spaec
Dyslexic mind doesn't catch all the misspells
Will find them later when brain less fuzzy
click, click, click nother page beneath the keys
scratch scratch scratch like the leaves in the breeze