Vision of a Blind Seer
all discoveries bear themselves
to little value
all past knowledge
has fallen
so many raining pieces
the shattered glass
of the newly known
expectation falls silent
in the eyes
of the blind goddess's glass
as she scrys
her silence unfathomed
her voice
unheard
what meets her gaze
she knows
waits beyond
the rains' razor edge
shares a vision
sought once alon
Copyright © Julie Forbush | Year Posted 2005
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