I have nothing to say you have not heard.
I speak of nothings I,
in cryptic Formulas with no answers,
Searching for things to reexplain
Words without meaning
Worlds without meaning
I imagine my thoughts ,
blank paper rising out of a vast sea of noise .
I open my hands to share the half of it.
You leave , empty.
What did I bring you here for, what did you come to see?
The demise of a wordsmith, no tongue for the telling.
It would be sweeter
to tell the truth
Fiction is so much easier
when there is no audience
No one expects exceptional isms .
Have I given all my words to empty status .
To the ether
of a net, that catches nothing.
Applause, the sound of collectives
shakes the universe…..