Ode to Blankness



Boredom is soup, my brain is a bowl-
I bow my head over and spill out my soul.
Paper below drenched with the

Mess in my head.

And inspiration? A dodo bird.
They’re extinct, or so we’ve heard. Yes.
But they live in the minds of the

Excessively creative.

Nothingness! In its empty guise
Flashing repeatedly before my eyes.
Waiting for my brain to drink from

And to hear the call of the dodo bird.

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