Issue #109

I turn the lights off
To test if the muting of
One sense can deepen

Another, but the
Fax machine between my ears
Is stuck on a loop.

I grasp the paper
But the page is blank. My hands
Move faster than thoughts,

A disorganized
Drawer becomes revelation.
To ponder unseen

Messages is a
Blessing even when I should
Be asleep - how the

Desire for sleep
Keeps you awake. Blank paper, 
Creativity

Itself - it’s about
The chance to be whatever
Fits the space you have.

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