Fine, just leave it blank then

You feel and think, and write the stuff you must write

a 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 dense

without 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 bit

and 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.