Nothing important to say.
Nothing to say, it seems, whenever I set pen to paper.
The words waver on the ledge, teasing
their rescuer.
"Don't get close - I'll jump (off the edge)"
irretrievable forevermore.
Forever, or until the next time
I set the pen.
the blank white jeers - a mean paper mien.
Then something drags me away
progress is glimpsed on the horizon, a shade
but life
over hear
calls out,
a crowd
"help me"
"fix me"
"learn me"
"clean me"
"play me"
"watch me"
"surf me"
"read me"
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