Dreaming Of Ink Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Didn't feel too rote,
So he felt comfortable to write
Falling asleep with a pen in his hand and a penny in his head
The rest went well, nothing was a previous leftover
Dreaming of ink as blue as amplified veins,
Or words that flourish and finish with a flair,
Where the thoughts offer better than their size
What an eyesight,
Painting pictures with flowery words
He reached that position with a dream,
Making his point with a pen
Beautiful