Blindness is not just in your eyes. Your ears can be blind to new ideas. Indifference can make your brain not care to climb up high – to stand up tall.
Blindness
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Meditative
Leftovers
Leftovers again,
My brother and I chorused.
A daily occurrence
For us, it seemed.
Not once did it ever
Occur to us,
Munchkin Memories
There it is again,
that open box so familiar.
Yet I can’t put a name to it.
“Have one they were always your favorite.”
Monkeys
We’re all monkeys holding hands
No decisions made by each
We decide in Quorum groups
Most things exceed our reach
Winding Way
Down the winding way I tread alone
These spiral stairs of mortared stone.
The crisp night air, damp and still,
My mortal bones begin to chill.
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