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I see the blank page before me,
Its lines and spaces waiting for
The words of some pen-holding lord
To let the emptiness go free.
My thoughts run wild upon the page,
For words do also fill my time.
As I inscribe them on the line,
The public view gives them a cage.
The page is sent to loose my soul,
And being loos'd, my soul does grow;
Therefore I have more words to sow
And the harvest will make me whole.
Although such verse ne'er fills a page,
It does fill my life's broader stage.