Paper

Painted with the colour White

Your portrait is Tabula;

Empty spaces, autonomous of design

Yet design contained in the limits they cut you out to provide.

Disposable, replaceable, factory-made

You are, millions a day.

Plain, distant whispers of silk-textured opportunities,

Millions of personalities you can

Provide. Placed in unique, un-niche hands, you are

Change, history de-composed, but then composed.