Blank slate - take the breath clean out of you
when you think the implications through
Tabula Rasa: blank slate, born to be free,
no memory, no desire,
nothing to bend you in any direction,
nothing to send you lower or higher.

No future envisaged
no presience required
no past to regret
nothing for sale
nothing to let

No genetic predisposition
no-one to speak & no-one to listen
a new human being is all
nothing doing,
nothing making,
nothing at all.

High windows in an empty hall
setting off in free-fall.


◄ Mater Mea

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