you'll
need a sheet of paper
preferably
A4 and a pencil or pen
now tie
yourself to the mast and wait
let
battle commence
feel the sirens' lure
the
overpowering urge to write
hold your
ground
endure
the
aim to keep the page completely blank
yet
thinking mind
desperate to
have its way
to mark as
dog its territory does
will not let up demands its day
caught
between zero and one
in no man’s
land
detached observe the struggle unfold
manic mind
doggedly
insisting
something
must be done
as silent
self
indifferently
looks on
unmoved
whether internal dialogue or peace
scribblings
or nought prevails
sometimes
a single dot is all you’ll find
after
several hours of hard fought skirmishes
sometimes
not even that
an
infinitude of things unsaid
a page
unsoiled by words
yet
thick with papered over cracks
then once the
smoke of half-thought-forms has dispersed
high overhead upon a yogic cloud you're perched
babbling
mind enthralled
in a stream
of aetheric consciousness
in communion
with the gods
in a world
of strange beauty of silent
verse
where paper
and pen kneel
down before
unspoken OM
wordless poem
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