You feel and think, and write the stuff you must writea few dark drops of allotted ink, then mostly white.
The longest poems still leave half the paper blank,
and blanks within the verse however crisp and tight.
I read and think that a mass of ink spattered densewithout those very blanks and spaces makes no sense;
there have to be the loops and gaps, they must soak in
before the meaning dawns like a lotus opens.
So leave the blanks as you please, don’t ink each bitand I will find my way to the meaning of it
easy perhaps due to the gaps, what you don’t write
the inferred words more poignant than the explicit.