“The blinking nudges me on In a sea of white, devoid of all The fingers twinge a little And moan, ready to catch Every thought that falls Every word that is born.
It stands still, the moment Blinking, devoid of all Waiting, whimpering, each Blink sets the moment free Of every word and every Thought, never knew a place Of its own. Time took away Every nugget of every day The chance to be born.
Now the blinking still never Fails though no thoughts Or words need to be freed The rush of time washed Away every speck Of every day”