My Pen — with liquid Gravity —
Keeps Secrets — under Glass —
It asks — before it writes of Me —
“Is Truth — the Kind that lasts?”
A Nib — can wound — a Page — with Names —
Or Bless — a List of Thanks —
I tilt — the Bottle — slow — like Claims —
That trickle — into Banks —
Then Sign — with Care — the Ordinary —
Apologies — and Praise —
For Ethics — pools — in Stationery —
Where Ink — decides — its Ways —
Note: On how ink can either bruise or bless a page—and how intention matters.