Mote Of Life

Unfinished writing on a half
written page of a half-
filled book of words
that would mean something
if sentences would
complete,
paragraphs would
end,
chapters would
close,
verses would
flow
down

further

down a falling wave,
suspended continuity,
forgotten serenity,

down
further to

a whitewash of text
that doesn't really make any sense
but it keeps gurgled suspense
that extends
outwards
towards