Without sight I wander,
Drifting on a wisp
through the veil.
Spiralling without direction,
Grasping through the deep,
touching what is empty –
which is nothing.

Without sense,
Propelled onto your stage,
Unaware that I’ve
merely been cast into the act.
I play the role well,
which has been given,
Perfectly, and yet blind.

With generous bravado,
Lead me, write my part
and find me always
feeding from your palm
of festering tales.
Take heed you must,
Lest the tower crumbles.

Y.E.S 2013


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