There are within those inkblots,
Popping out from within the spots,
A million, billion smaller dots.
And hidden well amongst those dots
There looks a man for something lost.
Traces hidden and oh-so lost,
Shreds of sanity long ago lost
Amongst a billion smaller dots.
And all he sees among the dots
Reminders to keep on searching the spots
That erupted from those damned inkblots
Author notes
In which pocket does the blind man lie?
Written February 7th, 2005
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I like the repetition and the meter. The words are well used. Good show, old bean.
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good
wow interestisg poem. i have seen those spots before. i hate them. lol.

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