a_silent_film_full_of_sound blueberries if i were to see you underneath, having lifted the heavy blankets and pulled the thin sheet that barely covers you, i would be surprised to find color to the pictures you drew black and white. where there were once blank lines, nothing written when you had so much to say, i will discover the poetry, i will hear the inaudible melodies for you are a silent film full of sound. beneath the dreams, beyond the hope, you are a wonder. 011211 what's it to you? who go blather from