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Blank-slated soul Void of all emotions Or perhaps, too many Deep chasm of indifference Alabaster, achromatic. Blasé, discontent. Here, only, in the crust of creation I see most clearly The whole of the land Laid out before my feet Your first blank canvas Constructed flawlessly Erected beautifully Above, tiny pinpricks of light The descendents promised Further evidence of One greater Stronger than my fears Longing for my heart and soul Loathing only of my doubt and misery My future is your canvas of late. Smooth and stark white. I will remain. Until your unwaveringly steady hand Strokes a glorious picture, Brilliantly hued. Perfectly clear.  Poem ·
Added: Feb 6, 2009 ·
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This is about my spiritual journey, and my quest for something more than simply existence.
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