Presence

Here is where it all leads, this emptiness that shall be filled with words, and it shall go on, yes, it will go on, gap after blankness after void, and then, words, words, line after line surfacing, wafting on the undulating hollowness, the clean space, which shall be filled and we, we shall smooth along, certainly, like the certainty of the next blank page, the inevitability of the next word.

So keep your faiths. And I shall, mine.
The pages will hold, and the words will lock, for always.