Blanko

Like the eyes of my wandering thoughts

To the ceiling at night

The  eager  heartbeat of the brushes

To a clean canvass

The blank countenances on a jeepney

 

An untold narrative comes out

Of the infinite spaces

Of the undefined

Waiting to conceive

A story

A song

Or

A sigh

When I stare at an empty sheet.

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