As many drafts as necessary?
The number needed unknown to those who pursue [but don’t] count it.
what amount will you give to this? This tinging pit of inspiration spit from the ethereal-wells of our planets minstrels who sing a song on their black and white stages
when they put pens to pages.
To scribe their minuscule sayings and to then submit them for scrutinizes sake.
How much can I give and what do I create?
does our works
shine Machiavellian? Are our points that we reach the worth of our speech or as we read, is it each moment we gain from?
could it be every single jagged edged rocky pronoun pitching aliterative echoes within us in the Chasm of our inner consciousness heralding light to the gracious nature from our most inner fissure
and bathing life in a feeling like we mean something.
that budding of hope
the concept of home
the self loving alone
is this the most basic form of satisfaction?
our writers voice factions coming back from the front lines
and though outmaanned this communication battle still wages
and demands this:
it will take as many drafts as necessary
drafting down literary free flows
at ease soldiers