I was summoned by a blank page.
So, I’m filling in the blank.
Like walking a plank
knowing not its length.
Not that I’m blind-folded,
but folding nevertheless.
Even AI picked the four
syllables over nonetheless.
Talk about passive writing.
Is an empty page white privilege?
Does nothing come from something
If I lay on the backspace key?
It’s always been easier to write
about writing instead of writing.
Redundance avoidance simply
avoids the DeJa’Vu all over again.
“I’m sayin’,” they say.
I’m writing, I write.
Cross this line,
when you come to it.
Gerald the Writer 
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