Sunday, March 18, 2012

The Blind Man's Witness (A Sonnet) Comments

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Who molds the clay for my unseeing eyes?
The ineffable, seen, now I'm shriven.
The world pontificates; all its' truths lies,
To walls of sand the gullible driven.
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Barry Blander
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