BLANK PIECE OF PAPER Bristol smooth and blank of face. Fibrous potential, bare vessel, beckoning. It yearns, it begs, it teases, seeking caresses. Abandoned lover; expression of seed and soul. My fingers, my tools, flaking rust, purpose lost. Screaming itch, they tremble with dusty need. Expectant desire, seeking merging release. With a stroke, a scribble, …

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His hand, it drags me, kicking and weeping, sand running, flowing, back into my fist. The past is rent, merging, raw, images superimposed; Cold hand in mine, stilled; a smile, warm, now slack; Life the giver, cruel jester; Death the taker, bitter savior; vibrancy interrupted, stolen. Energy dissipating. Despair. Eternity’s gate, I cannot bear it; …

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