Inaction as proof of the ineffable

At a certain point
Your white-sheet certainty of the
Certifiable genius lurking inside

Must come face to face with the goofer
Who’s published ten poems this year

There’s little practical difference
Between reverence and fear

I have been thinking about these words
Instead of writing them down
If you ever see them on the page
I must have found something more important which
I will not be writing down