Blank page time
like looking into
an empty mirror
even nothing has
it’s expression
and makes a big
impression.
Frankly blankly
is how we come
into this world,
senses blazing
cluelessly… karmic
engine kicks in
looking for a
foothold….
an handhold….
a stronghold…
a stronger hold….
position, power,
different levels of
hold. Holding on
for our lives,
literally.
Then, like everything
not eternal (nothing
being the only thing
that is that) the process
reverses and we slowly
dissolve….one finger
at a time.