The Blank Zone...

The blank zone

It's a beautiful place
where thought approaches
then veres off trajectory
verse hesitates
at the gate
words in cars drive by
windows up closed
flooring the accelerator
seen through rear mirror

promising to return

It's a silent place
pregnant with possibilities
plethora of prerequisites
sweetness between
the ears
expansion to
compression.

it's a black hole
nothing gets out
paradox
paradigm~
apparent horizon

It's all relative
It holds
bleeding ink
with-in so to out
an ummm.....moment
peeling back
- layers of space time
real time realisation

You…

the blank zone.