Outdone
12.28.09

I am inspired.

So inspired I want to leave the page blank and call it

"Wow"

I have been so
Filled
with the incredible,
hearing the voice of an amazing soul
embodied like a star
misplaced

and I want to writeplaypaintsingdrawdo
something
creative.

I want to make.

I don't think God's power lies in making the finite eternal
but in making the infinite
begin

and I am swelling
with this wish
that I could take that power and
expel the itch,
to release the clenching phantom limb
that
CANT
LET
GO
even though
it doesn't really exist?

and I can't.
I know it's futile
before I begin.

I can't be great
like him.

The words will always fall short
of the man's whose godhood
instilled in me the spirit of
inspiration too dissatisfied to
reside in this frame,
pushing and pulling
like it's used to commanding
genius
but is trapped in a poetic amputee.

And whether I writhe
my crippled mind
in an attempt to manifest
the desires of this convulsing
essence or
not,

it will leave me

like an unbidden exorcism.

it will leave me like the blank page this should have been.