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A Word to the Blind

There are those who see
Through flesh, through stone
By nature, by knowledge, by fate.
     Their eyes see,
     Will see, have seen
     The rise of the first sun
     And the fall of the last moon.

From their number,
A few may reach down
To a falling world
And save those few
Who would be saved,
That they may open their eyes
And see the world at last.


Last updated 23 August 2001. Contact: [email protected].