Sitting at my writing desk
Page naked starkly white
Daring me to test myself
Hoping something may ignite
Looking at the emptiness
At passing patterns out of shape
Held hostage by the margins
Interlaced with no escape
Arranging words too meaningless
I lack the light to guide me on
Within this page of locked in puzzles
Where the clueless rest upon
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