Can you see it?
A blank page
A world where lines are so blurred
They are invisible
Like man
Not confined by shadows
But liberated by their presence
Stories without linearity
No rhyme
No script
No meter
But rhythmic
But storied excellence
That sings
As the words
DANCE on the page
Like no one is watching and everyone is reading
Them
Together
Joy Barnes-Johnson, Ph.D. 