The Blank Page Only

Oh, to be subject to the blank page only
To not have fancies and whims tug at my sleeve
To not think of sins for which I should be atoning
To not think of loved ones whom I now grieve

My mind could start fresh with each new creation
Primordial waters float about my muse
Flashes of light and dark, primeval demarcation
No path defined, no persuasion to choose





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