the empty mind

the blank sheet
is white, unlined.
it isn't snow, it isn't
the sky,
or a long layer of ice,
it's more empty
than that.
more empty
than the thoughts
that are
blowing like
smoke
through your hollow
mind.
you have stepped
out on the ledge
of nothing. you'll
try again later
to summon the muse,
to tap into
the walls of your
emptying mine.