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For the Mentor. Inspired by a whiteboard.

White nothing is a wonderful

Phenomenon waiting to be filled

White noise is sensual when silent

Unbearable when plagued with dislike

Loose your tongue like the hand

That writes on white boards

And pour rivers of words into white noise

It is simply the negation

Of noise sound all the rest, expectantly

Passively with anticipation waiting

To be satisfied.