I take refuge

in the whiteboard

in my body


the blank page

where I gently wipe clean

all the lovely thoughts

and painful stories


where the pastel shades

and violent hues

of sensation and emotion

show their colours

and leave no trace


where I trust

that even scintillating awe

and the wonder of star-song

will return in good time

and just now I can wipe their beauty away


there is freedom

moving through the eraser

and my choice

to keep tending

this empty space.

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