Paper boulders
       Piled high,
        
             A dam of
                  thought
Splashing behind it..


   And on every crease,
        The only word wrote,

                          "I"

I can't think of anything,
I can't add a droplet of concousnesss.

      To the flow of paper boulders

Creating a resivour.

       That fills
       With nothingness..