Begin Again

Glimmering on the periphery of vision A sculpt’d intuition, a half-remembered song
Echoing and drifting along a road not taken

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Tabula Rasa: begins with this blank slate
the very idea 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,
Nothing to send you lower or higher
No future envisaged
No prescience required
No past to regret
Nothing for sale and nothing to let.
No genetic predisposition
No-need to speak and no-one to listen,

Just a new human being is all.
Not doing, not making, nothing to recall.
High windows in an empty hall
Set off in free-fall.