BLANK SLATE
Tabula Rasa: blank slate
will take the breath clean out of you,
when you think the implications through..
Tabula Rasa,: blank slate.
No memory, no desire,
Nothing to bend you in any direction,
No-one to sling you lower or higher
No future, no fire
No prescience required
No past, no regret
Nothing for sale and nowhere to let.
No genetic predisposition
No-need to speak and no-one to listen
Nothing is set.
A new human being
Not doing, Not making,
Nothing to recall.
High windows in an empty hall
Setting off in free-fall.
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Stephen Gospage
Fri 8th Nov 2024 07:12
The beginnings of innocence, John. What a lovely, carefully written poem.