White Paper

If you could say what you wanted
With nothing, with nothing at all

At last, you could say everything.
Every message among us, signs

That we are, reduces the arch
Of overwhelming to spiders

Crawling along, chiseling in,
Spitting fixed venomous digits.

If you could sign nothing at all,
Do away with us, every poem,

Every graffito on the wall,
But have meaning, be understood

Without needing information,
The simple gesture of being

A blank, a sheet of white paper,
A discarded white plastic bag

Could create all needed meanings,
Continually increasing.