Scribbles once captured a memory,
Sketches of thoughts in epiphany
In pencil, pen, scratched in notebooks three
By five, or loose-leaf paper all strewn
In disarray, dear as tooth and bone.
A portal of time travel unknown,
Surreal, peaking in a door ajar,
The world, once dark, not even a star,
A dream envisioned now seems bizarre.
Thoughts and feelings standing like phantoms,
Investments, many a scrawl becomes
Words or to a techno world succumbs.
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