drawing a blank

The blank page
Dishevels my thoughts

Sends them reeling
Ten directions

The blank canvas,
Unravels my mind,

Sends me teeming
To times gone, and to become

But there is nothing
Nothing more disarming

than the look
You laid upon me

When I told you
That I might love you.

I cannot fathom
I cannot fill

About subincontinentia

writer and eternal optimist
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