Blindman's Rage

( It takes the Light to make us see
how blind Humanity can be )

& from the muds we made our clay
and knew it beautiful as Day

( When we within The Darkness were
blindness could not occur )

but seeing Life's beams glowing bright
out of our Night we brought it Sight

yet most of us looked in too close
and long, and blindness rose

till: when we'd understood before
we now've but Beauty to adore

& call it Wisdom's Way to touch
the dead impressions of The Hush

& call it beautiful to feel
the contours of the muted peel

while round us whole fruits ripe & fall
till Winter kills our grasp of All