block.

How is it
we have a million images
Stories
Plots
Whole scripts
or novels
racing through our minds,
but the blank page or whiteness of a screen
Pushes every idea back out to sea?

My mind is the tide–
Rushing in with words practically spilling out
And then retreating
back into a dark thing of unknown
Where I cannot say whether the same words will come forward again.

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