thoughts on the endlessness of poetry and creation

Little blue line
Blinking thought blank
Beckoning mine
Blue, blank, blue, blank . . .

Oh! I ought! Ought
Write all I’ve thought!

But words pursue
Always behind
Endless, blinking
Little blue line

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