My Writing Tablet Perspires

You see the molecular structure
Behooves my ability to stand still
before my thoughts rupture
The 31 lines on a letter size
piece of paper I under/ stand
the focus of the righteous
and the principle of the misguided
Trail set without footsteps to fall off
as the kindred spirit within exercises
the mere thought of
versatility - tranquility
Allowing me to show my ability
to the universal pressures of
the earth atmospherically
without the desires of my retire
I will exist until I write and

My Writing Tablet Perspires