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Hence

I can see but I have no eyes.
Hear but I have no ears.
Touch and to no surprise
saddle you with more hopes and fears
than Christmas or New Years.

For I am more than place or time.
A shape inside that makes you shake.
Fear unseen but felt sublime.
Giving first then on the take.
Are you surprised if you are mine?

Yes yes we’ll go double blinded.
Feeling we’ll see we made sense.
The bind leading the minded.
Tasting and seeing past tense
winding will be winded hence.

Published in Poetry