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The short poem turns blankness into a wind-driven loss that becomes forever.

Its three body lines make absence feel active: the blank is turned, lost, and fixed into permanence. The corrected title matters because the page is about emptiness rather than a momentary blink.

Titled 'Blank,' the three lines stage a quiet erasure: something 'Turned over by a wind / A wind that has lost us / Now it is forever more.' The wind that loses 'us' fixes that loss into permanence with the final, total 'forever more.'