That paper does not scare
rather its un-ending size and scope
is my drug of magnitude.
There are no latitude lines
which prevent it from completion;
no end of the world for a pen to fall.
Instead the bottom-less depth of every tufty crater
is inviting and bawdy.
Fill me, dink me,
with the ink and acrylic you have.
That paper has high opinions of itself
– and some similar expectations –
but it cannot be ignored.