Blank, This Page

Blank, This Page

By dan ankers

Blank this page as it was, as it were

As it heard from itself

Unaware

As it was only a page and was blank by itself

Waiting only for ink and some care

And in taking this time with some human in mind

Now this page has fulfilled its desire

To be more than a page

To transcend from this stage

And live through

And move on

And inspire

See

When page weds with words

The result is a merged

Place where a mind can make fire

And in the cauldrons of time

Words enacted desire

So that the especially astute may be permitted to move

From a frog to a god

From a pond to a cloud

And from heaven look down

And from earth to look up

And in one fitting move

As is fitting behooves

To overthrow their inconstant

Quagmire