She sprang from a keystroke.
Like Aphrodite from the curls of foam,
An idea from Athena's mind,
Or an arrow from Apollo's bow.

Like a sheet of paper.
Eyes like black type.
Her dress melding and shifting,
As did the story.

Her shoes clicked
Where she walked
Click Clack Click Clack
Tiny footprints inscribed,
Inky half moons.

Click Click Clack,
And the moons,
Became Orion's glittering belt.
She whirled across the page.
Clickety Clickety Clickety, Clack.

She stood back,
Sable eyes gleaming;
Body limp,
And dissolved into the ink.

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