Until now,
the blank page has scared me...
...but it whispers....
I think.
.... it beckons me -
like a mirrored desire of some inner infinity...
..a longing to be filled......
with what?
with something greater than the sum of it's parts?
....its there, in my head, but the words don't flow...
....because i won't let them...
Until now...
There was a time I felt less ...
......exposed upon such pages...
Until now,
.... They mirrored nothingness
And the shattered fragments in between
Until now.....
Confined under cycling wheels,
...tangled in the spirals...
..to untangle the web is not the point....
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