And the blind whisper to each other in thin voices. They ask me to describe darkness. I begin with the charred edge of the sea, winds trapped in caves, a wheel turning away from itself. I have gone into the hollow place behind my eyes, to the outer edge of sight moving on white lizard feet. No longer blinded by the visible, the world is nearer in the dark.
Light sinks inward and a stray wind brushes the horizon.
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