imagine there's another sense
as key to truth as vision is
as far above it as to touch
- imagine groping, fumbling much
by feeling ways with open eyes.
We make do in reflected light.
Discerning shadow, realize
that no amount of this is right.
And sleep, and dream
of deeper highs
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