In the style of DFW, here's a revised version of the poem:

With ink and paper, crafting prose we glean,
A tale of life, with love, and war and strife,
The words we write, a path for us to dream,
A story true, that grips the heart and life.

The process starts with introspection deep,
And thoughts that dance, a frenzied, restless tide,
The writer's goal, to delve in, delve and reap,
The beauty that lies in life and human side.

So pen in hand, we spin the tale we're told,
Of heroes flawed, and villains, all unclear,
With every line, a journey to unfold,
And every word, a meditation sincere.

We write with grace, with humor, with a soul,
A tale of truth, a tale that takes control.
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