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.