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Spelunking has its joys as well as perils,
but introspection palls. I penetrate
the blankness of myself only to find
and strip away old, paralyzing decisions,
leaving myself a true blankness
upon which I can create myself.

It's the art of making each morning
the first morning ever; each blank page
the first blank page.

But don't try this at home, kids.
The past can bite. There are ways
to peel onions and avoid being blinded
by stinging tears. Time insists,
"Stay with me!" When you elude time's embrace,
all the clocks are furious. You can hear a
cross ticking.

Do
it
accompanied.
Never
explore
time
in
cavernous
solitude,

Nor any blank page
without, Reader, you.

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