I’ve waited for ours in the garden with a sharpener ready to skin a mole
I have poked and penned faces leaving their spots with an ink whole
Grant me fellow Greats, bless thine own with art sublime.
And In faith I shall wait
For the date, notes and the quotes
Even the contact page too.
Till then on this tissue, I drop my astral ishues and ponder the day my beloved Moleskin comes through.