My favorite font would have to be, poetry
Each letter is a gem that haunts
The very notion of memory & attachment
Dark fountain splash cursive
In the breeze of cherished fantasies
The lonely streets of personal dreams
My favorite alphabet would have to be, poetic
The poetic vocabulary, I write without
Knowing the outcome, like a kind
Of experience of entwined sounds
Or water embracing the shores
Or, disembodied soul sick of duality
Craving the original unity before
We had personalities, lovers, children
My favorite time would have to be, writing
In the middle of the night, naked
Literally and figuratively, able to be sensitive
A symbol flirting with the Absolute
A myth-making fiction of a flaming letter
These phrases of burning vowel-shaped-tombs
Where I can belong to Eternity, privately
Where everything is sculptured as it
Pleases me, and I am a part of Free-will
Like nothing else, that is the bliss of poems
The purification of the fever of forms
Where everything is mutable and dissolves
For the good of the white canvas that are
The saints, animals, laughing intangible skies
That are the wandering hours of my outlying districts
Where I run among the villagers, and plant signs
And move in the dark, and speak with you always
Yet there is no light here for the luster of your eyes.
Art Credits goes to: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Daybreak-453040055
Wuji Seshat 
*sigh* a feast.
True poetry!!
This poem struck a cord …I loved the 6th stanza the freedom in those words as if I was there experiencing it..lovely Wuji..you never cease to inspire..:)
I agree Nishi, Wuji should be published, I am taken on a trip each time I read even a mere line.