The Chant of the Blank Page
You give me existence, and you are my author.
You are just the one from whom I take form.
There is nothing in me without your imagination.
I'm just a blank page.
The beautiful? a style that has done honor to me,
that killed as well my inner beast:
I call the Sages so that you to continue.
I call You above all things.
and later on, a breeze whispers to the writer:
"You follow Me, and I will always be your guide".
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