Blank Sheet
No proffered clue of what may lie within,
Less certain even than a new day's start,
Or understanding in a new born babe,
More wilful than a frisky untried colt,
Capricious as a harvest time delayed,
Unblemished uncut gemstone, ever pure,
No hidden meanings, no deep thoughts obscure,
No start, no end, no labyrinthine plot,
A virgin waiting to be wooed and won,
A bubbling, overflowing melting pot,
A testing marathon not yet begun.
Confusing fog or blinding blizzard,
No clear direction from a guiding wizard.
Time stands still, as does the Earth, and breathing,
The moment cannot wait, and now, believing,
The cursor hits the page. The deed is done.
To this embrace the virgin must succumb.
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