The
Epiphany
Once I
staggered in unknown darkness,
Unaware
of my unsight.
I
strove ahead,
Heedless
of the surrounding
Formless
void.
I was a
preliterate child who,
Dragging
her finger
Across
the words of a page,
Thinks
she reads.
Then a
sudden spark
Tore
through my unused eyes
And
illuminated all the hollow places
I
hadn’t known rang with echoes.
It
howled like a song
I’ve
never heard
That
was plainly written
In
hopeful anticipation of me.
It
streaked across my inner sky
With a
comet-fire flash,
Littering
my sunless self
With
sacred detritus
As it
continued on its blazing way.
I cast
my gaze about
And
tried to blink away my wonder;
So this
is what it is
To see.
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