Make It A Crusade Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

The color of the paper, the brightness of the light,
So white, it's empty but all so clear
Turn the pages later, the void become whole,
Take your time,
As it isn't if time takes the time to know anything anyway
Examine what's willing to be a subject inside your mind,
Make it a crusade,
Fulfill all your needs and that of the document
By rote, near wind and sail,
Capture the freedom that can never be given away,
Your very own word to page, sponsored by ink