drawn to fall, fall dawn, fawning song

thought is exactly that which you emit. a thought is not fully realized until flipped from your bodily apparatus.

a blink, a sigh, a smile, a cry, finger tip twinkle, dripping ink from inscribing hand, prance of the toes on a cold floor, tap of the leg to found frequency, a poem spoken, a post bloating

the exchange from this mind to that surface.

and here i present.

drawn thoughts.