Outsider writings.

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Blank canvas.

I walk the edge to man
Neither drawn or rejected
A simple choice to travel
Where one is least expected.

Human colours merely confuse
When simplicity is sought
Abstract patterns that force
A mind to disorderly thought.

A universe shrouded in black
Refusing passage of light
To where living is unknown
Far from reach of sight.

Ethereal spirits that venture
Toward this place beyond reach
Leave behind lifes pigments
Their blank canvas complete.

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Blank canvas