A Blank Space

by mudrhetoric

1.
my writing is never finished
it’s never good
enough for now
one moves forth as
if nothing had happened
and it didn’t

2.
i can only write about
myself
i don’t know anything else
i don’t even know that
that i know
i don’t

3.
all of the lines
blur together
i followed Said
down the path
fraught on all sides
by imperialism
i protest a semi-colon

4.
in circles
the work lies incomplete
lacking structure it
only flows in my
mind alone
that cadence upon
a tin drum

5.
something’s missing
a passage, a word,
a line
it lies vacant even
in my eye
i acknowledge this
and allow it to
remain
disquietly
so that i never forget

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