Something From Nothing

The glaring white claims existence and meaning.


Color devoid from vision

White glares, relentless

Sentiments cease to flow


Creativity exiled in the vast

expanses of the maze that

the tissue inside my head

became so long ago


A transparent thought flits

ever so suddenly and

disappears from view

clickity-clack, noises that contain

no definition, no emotion


Yet, at the end

words that held no definition

no emotion, once again

claim their purpose and

become their destined existence