Writer’s block

I only feel the white wall
and the sleep
the not yet universe
where galaxies, lost children
are playing hide and seek
till end of time.

What was there before the spark of creation,
before the spoken word?
A thunderstorm ?

Inspiration comes as inspiration goes…
as with dreams, I remember mostly the bad ideas.

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