White

Staring at a wide blank space while
this ceaseless blinking taunts me
daring me to move my fingers
across these boxed letters
that await my caress and the words
to pour from the hollow of my head
that holds prisoner the unpromising prophesy
muted by the babbles and blows buzzing
in my ears and hindering the flow
of wisdom waiting for its unearthing.


[4/2010]

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