White

Words,children of anonymity,
though desirable,
copulated and impregnated by many,
gives birth to anonymity when its my conjugate.

Dreams infinite of infinity,
conceived in lazy drooping moments,
in hastened whims die,
its mortal death

Ideas always,
like means-ends race,
lose,
trail behind its shape

White,everytime,
as the pages were,
is my mind, yet another time,
for yet another page, white.