Awl

It was the awl
that blinded little Louis
that was used
to create the first braille.

It was the everyman
the destroyer of sons and daughters
the wounder and the wounded
the patient and the doctor
the blind leading the blind.

I am the blind one
I am the maker of ways
for all of us unhealed.
I tell rumors of light and color
and unseen beauties
I am the dreamer
the idealist
I believe in the unseen.

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