My mind is blank.
It has become a
void
which cannot be filled.
My ideas are coming,
but
they cannot be advanced.
Why?
I don't understand.
There are so many different
paths
which could be taken,
but . . .
each has shifted
so completely as to have
become
a twisting,
turning,
ever-changing
entity
with no shape or form.
There is no explanation,
the inspiration
which normally
haunts me
has been utterly
dampened
