The Page

I am here.
In this blank spot.
Raw from the eraser's abrasive edge.
I have put it all down, rolled it out and wiped it off,
wearing away my parchment skin.

The place where it flowed is white again,
with no vision, no prose,
no placeholders for fantasy lyrics
and unreasoned rhyme.

I have it all ironed out,
flat and empty and aimless
I have no expectations for this page
anymore...