Blind


They say that justice is blind
Love is blind
Well then we are all blind
And we feel our way along with our grasping
Worrying, tearing, filthy hands
For something we can't see.
Trample with our tired
Loathsome worn-out old feet
The ground that doesn't want to hold us anymore.
Overcompensate for the loss of color and pattern
Of turning leaves and blue water
Of starry nights blinked at through a telescope-
With meaningless touching and heavy breathing.
I only knew these matters to be justified after my wings arrived
They came one day and stayed
They lifted me out of the masses
They were strong and they made me feel safe
Now I still can't see
But I can fly.

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