I can always fill up a blank page.
So far, I do it for zero wage.
It serves me well to filter it all.
I sieve ugly thru pretty’s scrawl.
I cannot write on paper with rules.
Lines overburdened with gems & jewels.
Clear is welcoming & waits for me.
Stark, dry & desolate…ink thirsty.
All I need’s a moment to collect.
Still & focused on thoughts to confect.
There in the void there’s a running stream…
Of words & phrases I’ve never dreamed.

