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.
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