Reform An idea. Words they come, go, ebb and flow from pen to page below. Linked and inked they form and reform lines from screen to script, cursive and recursive. A thought, a cut, paste, excised in haste; wild arrows pierce lines, dance through mines of clichéd repetition. Diligent search for the word, to write the word, to form and reform. To find rhythm, pace emotion and grace, the melody of manuscript. Andrew Gold© 10 February 2026