Here is a poem being created in real time with real pens and paper. The sheer haptic and tactile joy of the feedback of pen on paper should be obvious as it spools slow and feeds forward like singing.

A Shadow, Some Feedback, and Clear Rendered Opaque

There is
A shadow under my pen
trailing long with
scratchy feet
of peacock blue ink.
Shadows auguring on the page
ever more distinct feedback
as they near the pen’s tip.
A deep breath—
and the full stop of a period.
rendering the world
clear
then opaque.