But now it’s something much stronger, mightier than you think

...Donations please, for a homeless vagabond ream,

gripping a dirt-speckled coffee cup, alms! alms for the bored...

Great works of art now make this leaf a template,

potentially a drowning drawing, flooding those

unkempt and uninspired.

Something, anything more glorious

than a lonely

sheet

of paper.

With only an army of lines

to defend it

to keep it in order

This battalion of segments, firing round after round

Yearning for creation,

Fighting for alteration

This war is never-ending.

A bright white existence

A mystery of what could or might be

Make use of given structure

For it can empower the meek and mild

This paper, bowing in submission

begs for the scratch of a pencil,

or the glide of an ink ball,

or the slight dull imperfections

left in the wake of erasures.

Show the sheet something serious, something serene

Ponder the possibilities that paper provides:

peace, power, purpose

A piece of mind, or of mine...