To write a poem the pen
has to slide making a line

over a sheet. You see a
snake uncoil. Words bare

themselves. You come to know
what nakedness is or does.

Manaka’s charm works as a
rule. A Sage needs senses.

In this episode the pen runs
out of ink, refill. The sound

of music resonates. Sheets flap.
The dance of the black ink and

A little light. A poem is made.