Blank
I am tired of the nonsense
of what does not matter.
This is how I arrived
at not caring:
my heart, a lone rock.
A slate-colored night
draps over my body,
the diction of damp leaves,
the convenience of loneliness.
If I could
I would turn the World into mythology
write a final chapter
because I am weary of gods,
of satans,
of those who break the light.
Give me the intelligence
of emptiness:
let me begin each sentence
with nothing to say.
Let me end each poem
as a blank page.
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from my sixth book-length ms.
©dah / dahlusion 2015
all rights reserved
"Blank" was first published in
'Poems and Poetry Magazine'
Copyright © Dah Dahlusion | Year Posted 2016
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