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One of your greatest poems:
Opening my eyes
The end seemed near,
But how could I know?
The destination was
somewhere but I
couldn’t possibly go.
I can look at nothing
Eyes that don’t see.
I can go to nothing
with feet that don’t
walk
I can know of nothing
with a mind that
does not think.
Not are these eyes blind
Nor are these feet broken
And not is my mind.
For I need no eyes to see, for all to be clear I must open closed eyes…
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