The Medium

My pencil strikes,

The paper is soft,

Lines form pipes,

And slowly images leap aloft,


I hold the pencil but it creates,

I am the instrument,

The art awaits,

And the paper erupts in an instant,


I am the artist,

But the paper is my art.

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