The blank sheet of paper
is always a new beginning,
a chance to create the world again,
repudiate memory,
right all wrongs,
dethrone Intellect
and dunk him three times
in the Lake of the Heart
till he laughs,
write the world
the way you know it ought to be
so that when you lift
your pen and your face,
it really will be different,
and even
create a Golden Scripture
that will transform
everyone who sees it
and put us finally
all on the same page
forever.
And the amazing thing is
that you actually attain
all that sometimes,
and you know when you've done it,
it's not just some kind of delusion,
it's a genuine
change of the metaphysical
and molecular state of everything.
But then cooling or something
begins to set in,
it's not the same as it was,
and you realize
you're gonna have to do it again.
Max Reif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blank-page-and-the-poet-s-mission/
