• Blackened paper lies before me,
    Devilish in its current estate.
    I open it up to find,
    Secrets of my own desires.
    Like mirrors to an apprehensive face,
    I stare at two vacant lanes
    Knowing full well that
    Only one will be full with lettering.
    One bursting with appearance,
    Backed by the truth of such existence,
    While the other, empty like myself
    Without a counterpart,
    Backed by the truth of what does not exist.