Konov

Can you see?

I have learned a new color,

I call it the soul of the words we see.

As they come to life, born from deep

Inside the empty hole.

Spilling onto the clean canvas

filling it with loud pictures and bright

Sounds…

I was blind but now I see.

More than I can believe,

A sage for all men, to treat the pain of white paint on white paper.

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