Blank

The first time she went blank, a divine peace she felt,
Obedience, a small price, for the tranquility she was dealt.
At that point she was happy to obey.
A new found peace she had earlier kept at bay.

But when the silence ended, her restless brain roared,
the noise was jarring, her life was getting bored.
She immediately wanted to return to the calm
and quiet of going blank, away from the storm.

A week of waiting, torture in its own right,
Until she could go blank again, her body alight.
when she finally went blank again, it was worth the waiting
tranquility was back , to make it last she was willing to do anything.

Earning blankness became her fervent desire,
Dressing provocatively, setting her soul on fire.
She became soft, giggly, and delightfully dumb,
Flaunting her body, arousing the response she'd become.

Building a bimbo from the blankness within,
A successful experiment, a transformation to begin.
Proselytizing the peace and joy she had found,
Encouraging others to explore the silence profound.