He spends so much time on lettering,
bent over the page like a Gregorian monk,
not just inscribing letters
but painting them with feathery lines
as if his pen is a brush
and he a master calligrapher.
He cannot hear the words
so he must doubly see them,
make them so perfect
they can exist without sound.
No longer confined to his thoughts,
his hand and eye move in different circles.
