In the darkness of night I sit alone and imagine
What if there was no light?
Nothing to break up the dark and rusting earth
We open our eyes to nothing but black
Closing them again and willing something beautiful into the mind
But never losing the darkness
Is this what it must be like to have no sight?
To see no light?
To record no images except those of darkness
The drab and the awful
The loss of that sense must be unimaginable
And yet I do
Because I sit alone, and imagine
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