Thursday, 28 February 2013

Nowhere Thoughts

Begin one line and let it lead towards
another. Words appear from nowhere. Thoughts
construct themselves from empty nothingness.
I don’t know what to write. I’ve not a lot
to say, yet stay upon this stave of beaten
locution. Count inside my head. Arrange
this graphite grey upon the page in such
a way that sense is made (in part, at least),
until I lose the thread and leave it be.
Outside, I see, the sun has started shining.

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