Reversal draft

Dew released ink
from the words of an open book
at dawn, so words ran
frenetically up the arteries
of gasping presses until
they circled letter by letter,
stop by stop, comma by
comma, back onto
a spinning disk which slowed
to a sudden halt, left to
retire into a plastic carrier and travelled out
to a car as hand luggage. Through
the streets words lay by
their driver through green lights
turning red to be once again in
their tower spinning like thread
until they pushed up keys
to be released into their weaver’s fingers,
pushing past the pressures
of the wrist, clotting
briefly at the elbow to
appear, fresh-faced, wide-eyed,
in a sparking cerebellum cortex to
fade slowly
into vapours of thought …