Snowblind or Pretentions with Made-up Words

The blank, white page stretches out on all horizons
North, South, East & West
Unsullied and uninscribing

The poet yawns and ponders seasons
Industry and Sunday Best
Underdone and underlying

The muse awaits a thousand reasons
Slumbers on and stirs not yet
Unrepentant, uninspiring

The page lies now crumpled in the corner
Atop the pile, upon the crest
Unimportant and for recycling

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