A blank piece of paper

staring me back in

the face, saying,

“Write on me.  I dare


Though emptiness

fills my idea machine,

they won’t come out

unless I meet them


When they appear

and I tell people

I saw them,

no one will believe

me without proof.

So, get to writing

out all that


and see what

manifests where

nothing was


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