The revelation of a verb,
the subtle nudge of a modifier,
weave an intricate pattern of possibilities.
When I abuse the letters,
linking consonants to vowels and spaces
with no purpose and to no end
I clutter the whiteness
of an otherwise pristine page
and corrupt my creativity with regret.
Oh, to have it gone.
To clear the evidence of my frailty.
To start over in the emptiness of space.
Beyond the letters
lies the key to my salvation:
The omnipotent mercy of almighty Word.
I strike swiftly.
Distortion collapses into nothing.
Leaving a welcome blankness in its wake.
Possibility is restored.
Hope again released to dance on white.
Words set free by the redeeming grace of deletion.