Never anticipate a blind man's step,
it is the pavement that's God.
Never jump off your horse too quickly,
for around you stand blood stained swords.
The Raven swoops slowly, black eyed & hungry,
show it your passion for the world.
Clawing roughly, landing softly,
watch as the color unfurls.
Black and blue borders, inside and out,
can you view the world without assumptions?
Pull back the hair that falls on your face
and prepare for conscience consumption.
Static makes sense and silent phone are answered,
when empty pages are read, and moths eat at her cancer.
Quick to anger, slow to focus,
smudge lenses as the hypocrites mock us.
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