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I punch letters on the key board
And letters appear on the screen
Capturing thoughts now pulled down
From the mystery of mind and recorded
In the reality of time and space
And I think of pen and ink
On paper and parchment
And the scribes whose focused labor
Captured ancient perceptions of mysteries
They thought worthy of their devotion

I pause for a moment and wonder
What I am writing on my soul