unwittingly
she analyzes
these denizens of creative space
who people her vacant hours
(at least she assumes they are people-
not Trussian bots;
after all, all she has left to steal
is her mind)
creates character sketches
patchworked pieced
of observations
hypotheses, conjectures
phantasmagoric mental meanderings
she deciphers their
voices
and animates
there is the disciplined
writer
whose dual diurnal
posts remind her
time for work is nigh
there are the tenacious
survivors
who hemorrhage heart
ooze angst and agony
via soul-borne
stanza and word
there are the methodical
observers
students of natural life
chroniclers with creative
bent of mind
turn of phrase
there are the principled
protestors
who raise pen
(click-tapping fingertips)
highlight suffering
self, individual or
regime inflicted
there is the enigmatic
vixen
(she labels, admiring)
blood-nibbed calligrapher-
cum-performance artist
whose sourcing baffles
fact or fantasy?
her fabricated
cohort
morphs and coalesces
composes
Wonderland world
