Unorthodox composition title

If a pen could displace
ideas, concepts
then swift action of the pen
would sweep the page
and problems of being
would be drawn out
(as they are) -
from foreign oceans
to perceived reality
on a sweet white page
- immaculate in its innocence,
darkened by ink stains
burdens of the mind become
blots poisoning white sanctity.

Blotting - as problematic concepts -
becomes imprinted - fundamental.
Sweet Yin and Yang
clear conscious and
dark dilemmas
are tangible now.

Fold and fold again -
paper plane, fly away
But no!
Why release these lines
these ideas
which caused such distress as to
be extracted from sheer consciousness itself,
why inflict?

Fire. Destroy devilish lines.
Yet thick black smog is the product.
Smoky blots.
Polluting
that which we breath.