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Truth Remains
Sometimes I wish myself
Without eyes
Because
Outside of my illusion
I see only chains
Pain and anger
Disease and war
Poverty and hunger
I see fear
False premises,  like words that could ****

Truth remains,
Sometimes
I wish myself without eyes
Because
My eyes have seen more than they can bear
A curse as a gift
When reality bow before me
Kneeling on raw salty ground at my feet
Begging for compassion

Truth remains
I wish myself without eyes
Because
The truth is never gentle
It shakes, disrupts, rattles, destroys
It purifies, binds together, builds-
And quite frankly , my hands are tired

I wish myself without eyes
Because
Truth remains ,
My lips are tired of pretending
Wearing a smile large enough
For my intellect to drown in
But only when other’s eyes are focused

Truth remains
I wish myself without eyes
My love is wide
My vulnerability is harsh
Have me feeling lonely
At peace,
At war,
Aching
Knowing
Needing
Wishing myself indeed
Without eyes

Because truth remains
I wonder how
Beautiful life would be,
For an illusionist to be free of sight