A white paper sits next an empty easel 
awaits, oblivious of its destiny
sided by a flask of chinese ink


The blind emptiness of the white sheet
has its light dimmed by the moist pen
Chiaroscuro comes out to play


Meaningful carbon stain
Brought into existence by
The darkness that it conveys


Indian ink from a pen
Thrusted into the candid paper
The existence of a poem.