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  1. Date: 10/2/2013 1:09:00 AM

    I don't know what to say. Keep creating!

  1. Date: 10/24/2012 11:24:00 PM

    Oh to be able to understand what whiteness might be to a blind man. Should I have blessed to never know light of day, yet I could speak, and listen to words, I would possibly conjure patterns of my own design for identifying that which surrounds me. These patterns would recognizable to no one, but me, When I hear or touch, these same repetitious patterns, I feel certain my mind would be a beautiful kaleidoscope of thoughts, or emotions only I could understand. Would I not... still be happy?

    Bennett Avatar Donald J Bennett Date: 10/24/2012 11:32:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    When the mind wanders there are no boundaries. Thaks for the comment.
  1. Date: 10/2/2012 7:47:00 AM

    I like this:)) Makes me think. Many questions come to mind. I could take this for face value as a pleasurable read..or I could analyze it. Biggest question..when did this guy go blind? hehe.

  1. Date: 9/29/2012 11:44:00 PM

    A very different vision of whiteness. I'll just have to imagine what I have been missing.