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the pile of paper proliferates
the mound becomes insurmountable
a sweeping stroke of the hand
clears a narrow corridor
through my beautiful blank parchment
the sweet vellum is virgin
in emptiness exists all possibility
the wave oscillates through infinite
only my servile observer's hand
can ossify the possibility
and solidify the wave
I justify my Gorgon's gaze
via the piles of paper
a single sheet would be sufficient
each an incarnation of infinity
one possibility sequestered
infinity minus one?
still infinity.