All I can think
is the promise of ink
stained fingers relating
to impossible negating
of words simply viable
instead of reliable
to expound upon the vast expanse
of nothing or the glory of literature……..
yea, that didn’t work. What now, oh great and wonderful Suze? Another trip down the emerald path to Oz? I think I am going to pass on the daily prompt and go wash dishes instead. Much better use of time I would think.