I have no idea how long,
I’ve stared at this blank page.
Only the following words will know,
An incremental of some measured time.
A twilight of an idea,
Poised in the head,
Just below the visible horizon.
Many navigators have been here before me,
I'm armed with neither compass nor sextant.
Adrift,
I'm looking at the texture of the paper,
For direction.
And doodle boxed rectangles,
To fill the gap until some lifeboat saves me.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
I have no idea how long,
I’ve stared at this blank page.
Only the following words will know,
An incremental of some measured time.
A twilight of an idea,
Poised in the head,
Just below the visible horizon.
Many navigators have been here before me,
I'm armed with neither compass nor sextant.
Adrift,
I'm looking at the texture of the paper,
For direction.
And doodle boxed rectangles,
To fill the gap until some lifeboat saves me.
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