It’s on the tip of my thoughts
Yet so illusive
Restless wanderings
In search of the starting gate
The battle … my prideful thoughts or
His words of enlightenment
Leaves me paralyzed
Staring at the white abyss
What letters to form
How to begin the structure
Of spirit breathed prose
Tantalizing torment
Avoidance must cease
Beat back uncertainty
Do not linger
Simply begin
Waste of time
Or inspired creation
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