A poem from back when I could write. Written late 2002 just after settling into Sydney. I think it applies as much today as it did then.
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BLANK PAGE
It’s the first thing you see,
In history, in Life, in Love
And all George Bush’s rage.
Two verses, four words, sixteen paragraphs.
A voice on paper. Two voices to a page.
This page, your world – A library.
Take a pen and lift the bar
A vowel, a verb or a keystroke in time.
Weapons as wit or solace in sympathy.
Not every novel has a plot,
Everyone’s a star in the library of life.
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