I am a blank canvas.
An ever-changing mass of energy, moving and adapting.
Without language, am I understood?
Without labels and comparisons, am I seen?

I am a blank canvas.
I live and love underneath our common sun.
I am right now, and never before.
Without the past, can we relate?

I am a blank canvas.
Nameless, genderless, borderless, thoughtless; I am nothing, and everything.
An ever-changing sea of energy. Contained, but overflowing.
Can one fit an ocean into a cup?

I am a blank canvas.
I take the form of light and sound.
I am everything and nothing.

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