I stare at a blank page,
The cursor blinks
Blinks, blinks, it blinks,
As if tapping its foot
Waiting
Until I dirty the page
With words,
Or perhaps nonsense,
For we all write nonsense sometimes,
Or perhaps mostly,
We write nonsense.
I continue to stare at the page,
As it writes itself,
Or it seems to,
For words flow out of me,
As if
I am only a medium
Speaking for a higher being,
But I am not,
Not really,
For what was written,
Were nonsense.
Nonsense on a page,
It might as well be blank.
I stare at a blank page.
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Submission Name: Nonsense
