eyes to see in blindness
I veer beyond and wonder,
throug the eyes of paled slight of hand,
seperated in the paleness,
of death and light divide,
where to see truth,
in silenced illusion,
In the deathly pale disguise,
of life and silent wonder,
with the checkbook of deny,
In the Inn of great horrors,
with the gentle host of delight,
where pleasantries lay open,
in the comfort of delight
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