the first of last has just begun;
the "t" keystroke has started
a rolling subject to be laid-out;
splayed as though a skeleton.

don't mess with the white page. best
to leave it alone, don't scratch its
surface with phonemes and serifs, both
of which can be traced back to you.

(putting one's soul in danger)

i've written empires into the dust, just
by making it happen with projection. the white
paper never said it, i was the culprit who
gave that life to that white page. i am traced

currently as we speak for i was the one who slew
Jesus, who championed Charlemagne, made him the
legend he is in his lifetime until now. i am
marks on a page,a white page of reportage: good,

bad, right, wrong, stands-in where truth would be.
all because the white page cannot talk, only ink
gets to own itself, become read, recognized, as the
white, blameless paper steps shyly into the background.

05/10/2011

Author's Note: ...Jesus and Charlemagne while One holy, the other 'a real good man' were used as references for what we are subject to, that is the reading of a material...essentially, EVERTTHING WE READ, becomes suspect. begs scrutiny, enh?

Posted on 05/10/2011
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