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July 26, 2012
We lost rights to our eyes when we stopped appreciating what we would see
We reach our hands out and blindly grasp
Blindly because there is no other way
Elbows, ankles, the insides of thighs
Making connections we won’t remember
The blind have it easy
They’ve trained with their fingertips
Teaching them to see for them
The rest of us
Our eyes were burned by fluorescent lights and pornography
Our brains filled with images of red red red
My brain keeps trying to recall what trees looked like in the autumn
And the way your hair blew in the same pattern as the grass in the wind
But my brain is red red red black black black
And I’m grabbing you by the rib cage.
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