The empty space that fills this place
the daunting perfect white
before the pen has etched its path
desire and dreads unite
When first you dare to venture there
the newly finished bridge
untested to the load it bears
defenses down the ridge
Obscurity and security
crisp bed sheets in a crease
to face the unknown by myself
beloved echos ceased
Sunrise surfeit allures deceit
the oceans lying still
yet brackish tastes portend revolt
mind transforming will
What’s yet to be is up to me
"the angel in the stone"
chip splendor out of nothingness
perfection left alone
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