No option of blindness

My tongue is heavy with the
Unfamiliar taste of truth
My heartbeat anchors
The melody of the spheres
As they twirl in their emptiness
Where I walk
My heels tap out the suffering

Clouds are lost in thought
And cannot seem to yield to rain
The grass has hung its head
The soaring dove is pure —
It has finally divested itself
Of its olive freight
The curtain is thinning
Beyond any viable
Option of blindness

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