King of the blank page

I come to you,

The way I come

To the page.

Excited, without guilt,

Informed without being

Burdened by the past,

To make my art without

The grey loops of obligation,

Or the bitter taste of guilt,

No, the patience and

Determination of craft

Heeding the wisdom of

Experience and

Walking the path,

A word at a time,

I appoint myself

King of the blank page,

Leave marks upon

The surface,

Stinging kisses and

The embrace of

My strength,

I take flight with

Each warm word,

Upwards and I ask

Strength to remain

Across the street from fortune,

Stood in a column of sunlight,

Blessed to know where the

Light comes from.


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