Our History

You hold the pen

I will move the paper.

I will be stultifying,

You imaginative.

Our page

Will not write itself,

We must make

A first move.

Let us be.

Let there be papyrus.

Let us begin.

I will not

Envelope you,

I have no glue

With which

To seal you in.

You are

Your own device.

And I am just

Your candle.

In the endeavour

You are supreme,

Me?

I shuffle papers,

It is you

Who writes our history.

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