Re mark.

A blank page with colors that melt and spread in my mind.

A wordless melody,my pen tapping downward in a sporadic design.

The ink hesitates,and comes up for refreshed air.

My nameless title awakens within,my final destination unclear.

I begin to pick up rhythm, thoughts emerging as I near the finished line.

I blindly look back at the point of no return,retracing the pulsating rhyme.