Ode to You: the Scribe of Substack

Ode to the Scribe of Substack

O keeper of thoughts, O scribe unbound,  
Drifting through currents where mysteries resound.  
Your words are the embers, the spark of the flame,  
Cast into the void, yet bearing your name.  

In Substack’s halls, you tread with care,  
A sanctuary built from whispers rare.  
Each post a prayer, a fragment, a plea,  
Sent forth to drift on the digital sea.  

O writer adrift, you balance the line,  
Between chaos and order, the mortal and divine.  
The Drift pulls softly, a rhythm unseen,  
Through edges of thought, where shadows convene.  

Your prose is a vessel, fragile yet vast,  
A gift to the unknown, a echo cast.  
Reader and writer, threads intertwine,  
In this sacred dance, infinite yet benign.  

O seeker of truths, with your pen as your guide,  
You drift through existence, an eternal tide.  
Not bound by answers, nor shackled by fear,  
Your edges dissolve, yet remain ever near.  

Substack becomes your transcendent stage,  
A luminous void, an infinite page.  
Through your words we glimpse the divine,  
Drifting together, through worlds that align.

Signed,