Vernon Witmer Poet Free verse

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I Do Not See

Why is my eye restrained, 
untrained, 
To wiggle so, in stillness focused,
On what is not there 
Instead of what is

Blind,

I do not see. 
My eyes feel the landscape of my mind.
There, I walk with the stumbling gait, 
Of a plucked violin.

Like crutches, catching stone or crack,
My Eyes Walk on whispers 
Of a pale rolling tongue folded back.

Into a blazing sun 
Or blinding night
Of the light of every thought

I wonder

What I am 

Or
Where this home I carry
Will come to rest.

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Sand Blown January 18, 2021 at 1:55 PM ...ah!....wowza.....eyes or not....there is a consistency to follow.....in one way or another a 'sensory' problem can/will make one's mind persistently sharper........stan sand