Sometimes

Sometimes there were words,

meaningless, often

they were written, just to be written,

so that it seemed full

Sometimes there were colors,

trying hard to make sense,

but that's what they could be,

they were there,

just to look colorful

Sometimes there was murk,

pushing hard to fill it up,

blackened it without a spot left,

murkier than murk could be,

but now, there it is,

just a clean slate and nothing more