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Irritated during journaling, this emerges. |
| Sloganography The slogan for the day: Form is emptiness. And emptiness? Form. What I see is what I see, until I see it, and then it becomes what my mind projects onto it. This poem started out a slogan, but here we are, in the eleventh line, and already the slogan has changed. We wonder what meaning the Muse intends to convey? What if the slogan simply has no meaning? What if it was a grand joke? What if this poem was simply the gibberish escaping my dancing penpoint, as I await my coming coffee? Coming conveys nothing! This is simply a sentence, not a line. Not an image. Nothing— A poem? Empty! A blank page with Words waiting for you, the Reader, to give them strength. |