Apertures on head are obscure.
Whirling shades only mystifies.
Relaying depth uncertain,
As blinds mislead the wise.
You merely relate with fiction,
Though gaze captures light.
The world owns your perception now,
For perversion compromises sight.
Unfortunate to have such gift,
When its purpose is disabled.
It’s gone beyond the eclipse,
In the midst of a lonely fable.
Would it bring much relief,
if you’re sightless as me?
Visions will only come true,
When eyes no longer see.
- Rasui Akira
written on September 4, 2006 - 2:56 AM
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