Clack clack

Swipe tear swipe tear

Rip scrunch throw rip scrunch throw

Letters lying in a half-full bin

Half-empty with discarded words

Pen furiously gliding across the page

Skidding to a pause with a dot

A break in breath

No pause in mind

Words turning over like a pancakes breadth

Ancient letters merge into one

Short spaces determining translucent words

Line tops line, upon and upon

Till finally

Symbols form letters

Letters form words

Words form lines

Lines form a poem

A poem worth the half-empty bin

Worth the throwing, ripping scrunching

Worth the tearing and swiping

A poem worth the clacking