Blind Vision
How do I know you?
Your eyes are flames that incinerate me.
How do I see you?
Your words are knives that wound me.
How do I move you?
You exist in another place where sky and earth meet.
Your words travel on the wind.
They sift through windows and doors
and reach my heart in an instant.
Your eyes can burn through
the clouds of conformity I wield.
The flames lick at my pen
and I write your words.
Why do you exist?
I am defiant and must defend the crowd
from the snake that coils beneath their feet.
Outside in the cold, I arrive home
the door is tightly locked.
Behind the glass is my own face
and the snake slowly tightens its grip.
Copyright ©1993 by Darin D. LaGarry