I can see what you see not—

Vision milky, then eyes rot.

When you turn, they will be gone,

Whispering their hidden song.


Then you see what cannot be—

Shadows move where light should be.

Out of darkness, out of mind,

Cast down into the Halls of the Blind.


The Book of the Blind. Unknown author


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