eyesopen
neverstill
Knuckles cracking, urning pills.
thewhite
goodnight
, Just Contemplate!

on such good night i couldnt wait.

to SUpress instict
,
Fears of fate.
It's so **** great
til i eat like 8

Then  the next
day's worse
And I can't maintain.
I'd steal a nun's purse just to
not complain.

And
I'm not in
sane
As much as deep in pain.
I'm no citizen tamed,
said I'm siblingless Cain

Quick
&
Thick
the comedown came

Please does anyone know a poem
Called " TheWhite Page " or "The Blank Page" or
Maybe verse.
I think it may have been written by Wallace Steven
Or a philosopher.
It is a beautiful piece about the impossibility
Of capturing thought.
And has echoes of the sea and crashing
Waves at bottom of cliffs.

Please can you find it for me
Before I depart .
It says so much
And I need to hear it one
Last time.

Love Mary ***