Dirty desk – marked by my notions

Dirty desk – marked by my notions –  

Black ink blots, 

Lines between dots 

Release the sublime subconscious 

To wander where its wings bring its flame, 

Where shame doesn't exist, 

Where the end doesn't justify the means, 

Where the break begins. 

And I'll sit behind my desk as always,

Wait for the Sisters to dress my mind, 

To give me that final line.