Space in Stupor

The space above (not represented) is reserved for my stupor

whilst the rest of the space below,
I plan a fair bit for procrastination,
then gestation
when talent doesn't manifest,
just to fill up the space.
...
Until Brilliance comes to me
and illuminate this page,
herein this space
lies
figments of its radiance
from afar, casting
silhouettes between lines
like
quivering shadows in a breeze,
flickering and flirting
with the greatness that comes to pass between this girth
swirling and waiting...

Now, left with
illegible stains on a telling glass,
dirty red with a deep film
of rue
on its cusp,
crown of my seat
of
my space in stupor.

(Have been unearthing old-dunno what I can call them from old sketchbooks. It's like, what was that about? keke)