Skipped Splattered Blank Pages

Absent eyes are amazed by beautiful acts,
of play which burns the surface of cocktail with expressive unfulfilled desire and hidden jealousy.

Drunk, drown, deeply sink into million of words,
revisiting some incomplete ones that might make this scenario so complete,
an escape space to be blamed for the never written present chapter,
to the section when ink ran dry as the sheets keep turning.

Skipped splattered blank pages.

No fire will burn them out.
No knife will tear them apart.
No life will walk on them anymore,
and the empties will always be as they were back there
: part of this manuscript.