Code and Prose
Some musings on writing, in any language.
The power, the ability to create, to move, to inspire. Such is the translation of purpose to the written word. A blank slate, a canvas for my voice. Painting with phrases, an artist of language deriving meaning from symbols.
A dance of verse, a rhythm of words. Such logic and precision nested within it's patterns and flow. Rhythmic devices creating form and structure, intertwined into a rich tapestry of expressions.
A language of the heart, of the mind. The ability to build entire worlds at my fingertips. What ends may I divine?
Poetry, physics, same thing... because of the rhymes. — Peter Capaldi