Ten Cents. Five Cents. One Cents. A Sketch.

In one minute, the stroke

Starts a sentence

If not a revolution

Then a narrative

The stroke connects an angle 

To a point

Then stroked to another angle

Straight, then distilled

A flow

Many vibrations

Fever captured with ink

Visualized

Connected dots

Digitized

31 flavors

More than 3 billion textured

Generations realized

Notebooks expanded

Microns expended

Sharpies unlocked

A thousand words

Worth one picture

One cylinder with a tip

For all that see it

Beyond them,

     who miss that