Li²

This blinking cursor

Is judging me yet again

As evil as narcotics to its dealer

Just as precious these pages are to a lonely writer

Untitled and diminished

This story is not my own

Untarnished

Smeared in light

I’m terrified.

A sense of familiarity

I feel the strings

Wrap around my wrist

As I walk as I think as I melt into this

Precision is impervious

Interfering

Unrelenting

Content

Feels as foreign fingers to brail

And sightlessness has always had me

Under its thumb

Numb no longer

It burns in my being

Settling comfort I can taste so sweet

This impossible

simple spectacle

That has blurred my vision too long

I now hold precariously

On the smoothest edge of my palm

Split decisions in split conditions

I will sway towards the storm every time

A chance I find refuge at all

The beast in my soul

Has been cleaned has been boiled

Swept from my memory

Grit and grime have polished to gold

And I hear what I am told

But the faith has diminished in this blithe

These soles have been pounded

Through tunnels through darkness

From end to end

I’ve uncovered a gateway

Fortuitously

All its own in time

It has become my own

And this is mine

Though just where I can see

Every blink is counted

Every footstep forward is marked on a path I can be free

From these ties

This bond meant to destroy me
It will save me
This way