I am Blank.
On a white page,
I live in discontent.
I consist of nothing.
On the surface,
I see potential.
I look to the otherworld.
Far above my reach,
Black cylinders with pointed ends seek.
I watch as they hover.
Lagging up and down,
Maneuvering ceaselessly on edge.
I wait patiently.
Awaiting the day,
The fated descend.
I am Filled.
On a written page,
As words convert my blank canvas.
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