The small being opens his eyes
To a war raging in the silence of blind lies
- Looks upon a virgin window
First blood of the war fought unseen
A bolt opened never shut again
Tension strung now a crevice convulse
Hauling outward with spasmodic pain,
But gracious existence urging this pulse
Power piercing from the gash in my blind
New conviction stall this clash on my mind
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