between the eye and the paper
hovers a space of nonentity.
hands anesthetize
for newfangled poetry.
stint of motionless body
like a trance deeper than me.
no randomness, no spontaneity—
letters, bleak to find words.
collapsing in barren savannah.
all thoughts in hollowness,
2011
chester maynes 
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