She sees herself now- or gazes
Comprehension, or apathy
Single brown eye, flaps of skin
Pupil shrunk – malnourished
Seeing is eating.
And what she’s watched
Well
One could hardly say.
They worry about her retreating
Into the cavern, into the darkness
The messy room she calls her mind
Lets tell her to face this - lets tell her to straighten
The boxes that line all of these walls
And if she is powerless
Let’s name her a weakling
Nothing is owed to the inept.
Why is she weeping? For look-
She has removed her blindfold
Crawled out of her cavern
She comprehends now
And her brown eye widens.
What do you see?
Tell me. Tell us. No, it is not so.
Everything is pleasing to our gaze.
Put her blindfold back on.
Weak are those who cannot see truth and beauty in the world.
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