And spreading forth wide its pure color white

Permeating the reaches of my mind

Like a cast net spread well over my thoughts

Dragging them through the subconscious ocean

Of personality adrift from shore

The blank page before me utters no word

Sounding an echo of silence within

My mind the waters tossed this way and that

It is my pen with its thin line of ink 

That sends forth the hook to catch up my words

Tempting them to bite upon submerged lure

Reaching down into the depths of the deep

To hook free a word from the ominous 

White net dragging away unanchored thoughts 

Hook by hook line by line words are caught free

And set in ink upon the vast blank sheet