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No specifics.
I have turned to lifeless,
achromatic color.
Dents and scratches they say.

Tis morning yes yes.
I still stand in the field.
Looking for my cow.
Stupid cow.

They request so persistently,
that I wash my hands.
I shall not wash
any dirt not mine.

No motive, no reason.
Just wake up to nothing.
You know? Possibly?
There is nothing else.

Hello hello again.
La Gazza Ladra whispers
into my ears this day.
This day of night.

I woke up to a blank page.
With nothing to fill it.
Quick! Unblock the block!
But I cannot see.