Tabula Rasa
Page upon daunting page;
Chaste white awaiting impression.
A vast archive, consisting only
Of untold stories,
And unsung songs.
From blank to blemished,
Vision must fill the void.
Meaning is born to idealism,
And to intellect.
Conception is the key.
Emaciation is only cured
When emancipation takes place.
Endless possibilites are written,
Upon the blank slate.
Emptiness evokes evolution.
Copyright © Kelsey Tucker | Year Posted 2011
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