The Extinction of Handwriting

The extinction of handwriting The extinction of handwriting The extinction of handwriting No trace, no marks, an abstraction To whom, really who are you writing to You as an essence, a now and an anthem The extinction of handwriting The crest and canals of curves The messy scrawl of a scurried hurry And the movement, not just meaning of words The sound of no page is a silence That masks the memo of modernised Recollects the tips of a feeling finger That's devout to touching the divine The sound of no page is a silence The ghost of human haunted fonts Tainted nothingness of man made space As a phantom and spectre of once The extinction of handwriting The extinction of handwriting