Resolve
Wonder, searches every other time.
In mind, questions may dissolve
But now, blazing queries find
The blankest wall
And nothing is resolved.
What of this, a corridor of doubt.
Like pen trails in a puzzle, the
Lines converge and lead to empty
White within – unsatisfactory.
Go back and start again?
Resolve as sure, as that blankest wall
Unblemished clarity, nothing scribbled.
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2010
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