Blank sheet
of virtual paper
stares at me....
Pleading to ink
my thought mayhem
I stare at you...
my thought rainbow
merging to become
blank white
at the speed
of happenings
taking place in front
of my eyes....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Blank sheet of virtual paper stares at me.... Pleading to ink my thought mayhem' the virgin birth, ritually repeated multiple times, still holds us with thrall physical creation