This Page

This page is my temporary fate; a place for my perfect truths. This wide sheet of daring, a refuge for my leaping thoughts. I shall assail it with a fury from my melancholy heart. This page is a smooth sallow glacier; the head-waters of my expressions. What unanswerable flow of words will it allow? What trickle of relief will be pulled from its meandering? I shall drown this page in a pool of frothy words. This page is a span of colorless distraction; a setting for ones inquisitive gestures. What wisdom will it hold between its unguarded borders/ I shall deposit my unravelled thoughts with an ooze of black ink. All night long my pen is a beacon to entice these drunken and perplexed voices from the foam of this lager; from the grief that splashes from my eyes. My pen charts this sea of turmoil where this anguish sinks into the froth of my mind.