Blank Canvass

Slipped disks
between fuzzy
asterisks, grinning:
blinking in disbelief
from a sudden
swivel toward
difference.

Fuss over blueprints,
concern for earnings,
all second-rate worries
grating in the dark.

What achieve?
Who undone the udon?

How blank the canvass?

Insecurities masked
by safety-net attempt.
At least you tried, right?
After finding that
sitting on your hands
cuts circulation
to your conscience.