The philosophy of a period..

[Intricate B]

This...
A funny series of pock marks,
Placed at a point
Where (like flung from afar)
Liquid lands in droplets
Upon parchment....
This spot.
The revered period.
Unlike
"bleed for days,
With a blatant disregard for rigor mortus,
For stiff comes not with this bleed"
This period bleeds for none...
Ink tossed and splattered,
Like brain fragments (post suicide)
The lone drop,
Landed precariously at the rear
Of a sentence,
Run-on no more...

Intricate B

[billy]

... is not a period

what does (like flung from afar) mean

this is my interpretation of your poem

the period
.