Dumb and Blind

I didn't always envy Hellen Keller, With feeling one end on a string Has no answer to a warm bell laughing. Having felt luscious bullets in times of grace, Like sweat fornicating on its face, Or heavy jubilee with disconnecting - Erecting with joy no covers in space, Not knowing of another sister or mother, Each other willingly sparing no glee, But to be amused by perspectives of me, Torn between differing glittering Under fades of shades. How not to mourn? But celebrate! And see smiles on poor creatures! Nonsense - I never envied Hellen Keller until now.