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color awe so crystal as to hear an enigma whiffed fragrance a strangeness to scarcely taste obscure scenes light is sown feel the warmth that follows miles minds do smile ----------------------- "An individual whose conscious awareness is such that a sound becomes fused with a sense of color and taste; for whom each fleeting impression engenders a vivid, inextinguishable image; for whom words have quite different meanings than they do for us—such a person cannot mature in the same way others do, nor will his inner world, his life history tend to be like others'." from: Luria, A. R. & Solotaroff, Lynn (translator) (1968) The mind of a mnemonist: a little book about a vast memory. Jonathan Cape

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Date: 8/30/2013 6:37:00 PM
excellent piece. Short and simple but excellent in quality. (:
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Date: 8/20/2013 5:42:00 PM
I understand the meaning of what you were trying to express here and you did a good job at it also.
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Date: 8/15/2013 7:16:00 PM
Brilliant. Woww! I kowtow to you my friend. Kilmer
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Date: 8/14/2013 6:24:00 PM
Genious..... what a great poem..Laura
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Date: 8/14/2013 2:26:00 PM
I've played a few video games which apply this same perspective to it. This was very trippy, yet strong & visually stimulating. Per usual, well done. :)
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Date: 8/14/2013 1:21:00 PM
Beauteous! I am smiling... That quote at the bottom there opened my eyes to a whole new consciousness. Which made me read your words over & over again. Loved it! :o)
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