Blind

What is this desire to write but the chance to live?
Drink a glass of water at first light,
Open my hands. Whatever is me
Happens also without me
And footfall words can’t prove
Where I’m heading.
Funny then to be blind–
Its double fiction
Moving fast in the dark.

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