Black words
on white paper,
motionless and senseless,
lying around
staring at their creator,
who’s lost
in theories
of stuck old doctrines,
and tries
to scrub his brain
to find
his enlightenment again.
But delusion governs over him,
dictating the organ
from mind to hand.
Thus, our creator
can’t resist
and continues
in the same gist.
So, the black words keep
staring at their creator
time and time again.
©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou



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