eyes of light

i know what is not to be blackness when you close the eyes there is darkness you see what a blind man sees though born blind the man finds the notion of seeing to be absolutely absurd indeed for how does one translate any of the senses from rough to smooth we compare to be lost to say well there is a sensation fantastic sounds ranging from feint to loud with boisterous tongues tasting sweet and salty a flavor of freshly baked cookies in the pantry all lost but for the forlorn rotting in the morgue of the sightless but nothing comes back like blackness for if nothing touches you, it doesn't feel like it when you starve there is but the roof of your mouth dry like a potsherd that smells like nothing but dust and so we come to find the immeasurable distinction of a door or a suit or even night itself drenched in darkness it is within blackness where my eyes are closed even while I should be reading to then say yes to the abyss to recognize it and to tell it that you see it to see the void in a color or a shade all be it blackness singing with lungs full of a new pumping air crying for the cold umbilical's cord exposing neither here nor there the prayers of the people end up filling the empty vials of life's darkness

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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