If I try hard enough
the words will come,
won't they?


Won't they?


If I could just...
focus.

Perhaps persistence
will guide the way
toward profundity.

Perhaps even more
importantly, it will
guide me toward
simplicity.  

I'll force my hands
until they produce
something,
anything.
Everything.

Everything for someone,
something for everyone.

Something for you,
and you, and you,
and you, too.

Dearest reader,
with kindred eyes.
My hands shall slave for you
for the rest of my time.