Blinded By Their Right

Blind ... can be seen to find, a mysterious fog ahead, restrained by fury without wind, Hot air born to burst, about a front and behind. Yet we don't see. Blind ... can be thought to unwind, a coiled raptor snaking below, kept to a grassy den, undulations Travel between a long, slow reach and rewind. Yet we don't see. Blind ... can be heard when confined, a silent sound etching against the shameful soul, growing louder By volume, out of control, as if designed. Yet we don't see. Blind ... can be tasted when dined, a savory dish serving righteousness, giving the palate wanton flavor, that Was craved and unconfined. Yet we couldn't see. Blind ... can be felt in the mind, a hazy recollection that simmers, from the flame to consume, the basic Sight granted most of a kind. Yet we did not see. And yes, blind ... can be vengeful, if inclined, a fearful hatred, often patient, even measured, though seldom justified, So it yields to a pulpit where it's neutered & refined. Yet we still won't see. But blind ... can be removed by mankind, a daunting task that's undertaken in every home where the human heart Resides, as understanding & tolerance compel our vision, opined. Then, we will see the sight for such sore eyes, that now is redefined.