Writing

I've been writing,
I've been writing.
No more than a mountain,
no deeper than a valley.

The words they struck
a negotiation,
with my head.

That for now,
they'll take a break
from wires and circuits,
heading back to classic.

Of wood turned pages
and hard solid cover.
They'll be there,
for an infinite moment.

That is,
till convinced
to be back here
again,

Let them be shelter
by stars and twilight cover
and back to carbon,
they shall be brought to life.