Motionless, Fabé And his study Into trapped The brain above,
He shades the Sieving tea the Leaves seep and Blowing and woven
Winds like Throwing over The new breeze What, as always
Sways to be So, and light In-poured will Touch sore Fabé
Or, the beam Uponto leans Wooden, atease Supports still
Fabé who studies Opposite the heavens Writes of stars Sat all above him
from april 1, 2019 poem from the past a day #12 it's not inspirational, emotionally dense, or otherwise meaningful, but what it is is a straightforward example of my ability to write lines. the poem is almost symmetrical- it's just very competent and not much else.