A Blind Beggar

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Eye sockets mere bruises
Alike to closed fists
Save whole being tangled
In his last rags
All else dissolved-
A vase dripping away
Holding time’s finger

Rattling his soul
As a broken alms bowl,
Unable to knock open
A deaf world’s door
To go out of this life-
Conscious how immense
Is oneself without walls.

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