What can the faucet
offer
From the waterless tank?
No words flow from the mind
As the reservoir is blank!
You want a poem from me
Which has refused to form;
It’s a starless midnight dark
Thoughts languish in dorm!
Blankness is my meditation
Today in the lonesome cave;
A hymn of breathless silence
Receive from a pauper slave.
No metre, no melody adorn
My faulty and fractious voice;
Critics might lynch me alive
But I have no sweet choice!
Xavier Bage
Tues, April 11, 2017
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