INVENT, PLEASE

This image shows a blackout poetry piece created on a page of a collection of T.S. Eliot's poetry. Select words and phrases have been circled in black marker in order to form a new poetic message. The rest of the page's words are left uncircled, or completely obscured by the black marker.

By Cheyenne Hebert

INVENT, PLEASE

invent, please
my absence.

you want pretences, let us have pretences:

I hope to understand

nothing as
unimportance

I started on the North
tight corners of my life

surprise me
shock me
You areĀ 
nothing
You have gone through life in sleep,

noxious intractable

I am

present

Nevertheless.