mind mapped to world

my eyes do not see
unkind to
blind to
unable to find you
because unable to find self
i built the shelf
guilt’s silt inside
unsure shore delivered by the tide

building a damn
to hold back the flow
which drowns so we do not grow
so we do not know
knotted, knocked and slow

these cataracts were built by me
slow accretion of agreement with blindness
a slide into darkness
a place where you spark less
unable to light your own way
a sad flat interplay
of the mind upon the world
outside you the dream is unfurled

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