STARTED OFF LOOKING AT THE EMPTY EXPANSE OF THE WHITE PAGE

THE UNLIMITED LIMITS IT BADE FOR MY IMAGINATIVE MIND, ALAS,

ONE'S OWN IMAGINATION IS ONLY AS WILLING AS ONE'S OWN FIELD OF THINKING

WANTING TO SAY THINGS TO QUELL THIS CONSTANT BANGING ON MY HEAD

YET THINGS SEEM TO LACK WHEN FACED WITH THE HORROR OF THE BLANK PAGE

DO I DIVE INTO THE EXPANSE OF LOVE AND HOW IT'S BEEN BAD ΤΟ ΜΕ,

OR BETTER YET, HOW I'VE BEEN BAD TO IT?

NOT EVEN A SINGLE LETTER SEEMS TO COME TO MIND

DO I DIVE INTO WHAT LIFE HAS TO OFFER AND WHAT I WISH I HAD TO OFFER IT IN RETURN?

NOTHING; AS THOUGH APOLLO HIMSELF HAD PICKED ME OUT

IN HOPES OF KILLING WHATEVER FORM OF POETRY A MEASLEY MORTAL LIKE ME COULD CONJURE UP

NOTHING WOULD HELP BUT, NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY STOP WHAT THE MIND HAS TO GIVE, EXCEPT DEATH

SO, FOR AS LONG AS I DRAW BREATH, AGAINST THE BLANK PAGES

DO I CONSTANTLY WAGE WAR IN HOPES TO WIN EACH ENDLESS REPEATING BATTLE AGAINST ITS MIGHT AND FORCE

STARTED OFF LOOKING AT THE EMPTY EXPANSE OF THE WHITE PAGE

THE UNLIMITED LIMITS IT BADE FOR MY IMAGINATIVE MIND, ALAS,

ONE'S OWN IMAGINATION IS ONLY AS WILLING AS ONE'S OWN FIELD OF THINKING

WANTING TO SAY THINGS TO QUELL THIS CONSTANT BANGING ON MY HEAD

YET THINGS SEEM TO LACK WHEN FACED WITH THE HORROR OF THE BLANK PAGE

DO I DIVE INTO THE EXPANSE OF LOVE AND HOW IT'S BEEN BAD ΤΟ ΜΕ,

OR BETTER YET, HOW I'VE BEEN BAD TO IT?

NOT EVEN A SINGLE LETTER SEEMS TO COME TO MIND

DO I DIVE INTO WHAT LIFE HAS TO OFFER AND WHAT I WISH I HAD TO OFFER IT IN RETURN?

NOTHING; AS THOUGH APOLLO HIMSELF HAD PICKED ME OUT

IN HOPES OF KILLING WHATEVER FORM OF POETRY A MEASLEY MORTAL LIKE ME COULD CONJURE UP

NOTHING WOULD HELP BUT, NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY STOP WHAT THE MIND HAS TO GIVE, EXCEPT DEATH

SO, FOR AS LONG AS I DRAW BREATH, AGAINST THE BLANK PAGES

DO I CONSTANTLY WAGE WAR IN HOPES TO WIN EACH ENDLESS REPEATING BATTLE AGAINST ITS MIGHT AND FORCE