Blank pages,
Fascinating in their crisp white splendour,
Call to me.
Endless potential!
Anything in creation
Could be written here.
The perfect poem,
That final story,
The hidden truths of reality!
And so,
I am afraid.
To put pen to paper
And sear one pathway into the surface
Of reality.
I am loathe to banish
Those limitless potentials
And replace them with merely one;
A lonely reminder
Of lost possibilities

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