Inkwell Alchemy

The written word is my Philosopher’s Stone As I construct my final body of ink and of bone Sit down and pull together parts from all around great minds Influence flows through me like a current, to other things I am blind. I build with furious intensity, I put my nose to the grind

I experience tunnel vision; I know only pen and page. The limbs of the poem come together at last This is a battle for my soul, let it continue to rage My mortality will soon be a thing of the past

I live to be remembered, for I will soon surely die Daredevils don’t breathe long. In stratosphere we fly We hit the ground twice as hard. Our end is nigh

But the power of words grants me eternal life My ideas remembered, alongside pain and strife

I cannot die, as long as I am read

| Nik Rajagopalan