Written by P-Man Swiftly gliding, quickly flowing, stalwart, resolute, unbroken The sole instrument of a feverish mind, alone the antidote of chaos Clarifying that which is held locked within, an angelic trumpet amidst the fog Bursting forth in flames, across the page it brands anew, the hopes, the wants, to see one through A poem wrought of night’s depth true, the pen unbroken to see it through P-Man works in sales and is an aspiring author writing out of New England.