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Monday, September 17, 2007 / the blank page
the blank page lies before me, still:
white spaces that i can fill
with worlds and lives within them.
i aim to share this God-like stratagem,
to unfold from nothingness to being
and, in black ink, reflect what i am seeing.
yet words are fires against my dark self-doubt,
i write to flush the shifting shadows out.

and if i stop to think, it seems
tomorrow are a set of different pages
on which to write. the future teems
with what might be. though story's torrent rages,
sweeps characters from was to will be,
i know i have the mind and heart
to plot my course and follow where it leads me.
i start where all the worthwhile journeys start:
white spaces that i can fill-
the blank page lies before me still.
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