Borges

I am not less blind than you.
Like you, I know how to step
although my eyes are not completely dead
although the flow of light is plentiful

I do not like to see what is visible.
I am blind like you.
And have no regrets for things I left under the light.
Like you, I have only been deprived of blackness.

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