Blank.
The blank mind Resists thoughts In fear of the known, And strives to remain blank. The spilt ink Renders blank paper Useless. But I see Through the eyes of Rorschach. The blank paper Now stained Evokes interpretations Some vivid Some contrived Some blunt. The blank mind- Now stained- By thoughts, Pervading all space Makes room for doubt. Some sicken Some relieve Some persist. But the mind refuses To budge And continues To strive To remain blank, and To outlast the fear- of the known.