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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvdfZ81cXiE

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A blind man uses his fingertips 

To spread pigment over canvas -  

Such that linseed oil and 

Turpentine 

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Coat the sheet-rock room with 

      fragrance.

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Thus a blind man renders image - 

Even though he cannot see -  

Before porous, stinking, 

Barren walls -

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        of fishermen, and the sea.

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A rowboat gently crests 

As it goes coasting over teeth -

Frothing, 

As they gently curl 

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into salt and over 

    seaweed. 

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Black water pans in sequence 

Beneath a black and austere sky,

And though it makes no difference

It's here men deign to die:

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an element of danger 

to keep the will alive 

while rolling over 

empty questions

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safe-kept by the tide.

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And so frozen, fingers

Fumble

As they cast about 

For twine -   

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Struck by sudden 

Intuition, 

One draws and strings 

Their line:

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Echoes, so then, 

Their naked questions,

Down, beneath the deep -

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Where hidden answers 

Flash in schools, where

Secrets surely sleep.

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And though they cast, 

And reel 

And jig -  

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Pining, they, for time -

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They go to row on disappointed

For the dark makes no reply.

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