Blinders came off
tumbling ever so slowly
gravity tugging, pulling.
Floating in minds eye
until inevitable impact
blindness shattered, scattered.
Eyes widest open
sight streaming within
cascade of colors, sight.
Tears with laughter
feelings intense, crisp
as perceptions overflow.
Who is that controls
mortars and sets blinders
imprisons visualization?
How does one know
they are truly blinded
when sight is never known?
