The slate is blank
Because it is ready
For you
It has held your face of ignorance
It has read your ambition
It knows restraint
It has waited before
And will wait again
It is the companion
You always have sought
It has already accepted
What you have thought
It has reflected nothing
Only suggested,
'You may carve yourself on me.
I will not eat your words,
If you don't eat yours.'
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