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