Somehow Find Your Life Again
The sun I can’t see
Directly ever—
Prototype for gods
Too bright to approach
Disability
We all share unless
We can’t see at all
A situation
That can itself come
From looking too long
At the source of life
Freed of metaphors
Instead of glancing
Demurely aside
At all this light
And life have managed
To make together—
It’s hiding something
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