Blindness

Sightless as I was never at a loss of light Unable to see the ravages of aimless desires The veil of fog gently lifting unaware of itself Not giving any clear direction On the heel of vagrant love into blindness

A flighty start it was Made of unraveling fabric Without colour or texture Plenty of doors and window for escape Designed to be free Without a growing point of love I fell into blindness

Using only my senses to make somebody of me Permanent blindness ceased I judged me poorly of my own property Confused by somebody I believed was me A proxy of my self, my soul uncovered Impaired vision by lack of sight of then and now False obstruction of the line I walked My hiding place for the hunter I am, behind my blindness To catch my prey

A thoughtless moment Careless and most reckless Rash in some moments of blindness No impulse for a present state I appeared in my aura Seemingly a guise of someone else reflection A defect in the vision of self In my stupor obscurity of the foggy veil vanished Leaving me in my blindness Oblivious to vision Blindness by darkness Innocence of my rawness In my simplicity for blindness I found myself