#5 Blind Mans Book

We are there in his book

Picking up a sentence

Among its vastness.

Or even more

We might even make him

Turn a page

To see where we tread

Hand in hand


The chains that enslave him

To this universe

Are the same we forged

Binding us together.

And in the wake

Of the morning sun

It is you I smell of

And see and hear of.


We are bound by destiny

Of which much is unknown

But as a foreword

We are meant to

Take the turn set for us

As ones fate

Has been long scripted

In his book


So let us walk this

Narrow garden ahead of us

Of roses and its thorns

And lavenders and poppies.

Come tomorrow

We know not whether

We break our chains

To take those divergent paths.

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