Creation

This one was fun to write, I hope you like it.

Creation

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The blind man’s cane taps a beat on the cobblestones.

His world is confined only to sounds, smells, tastes and touch.

He constructs this world around him on his own, feeling his surroundings as they are available to him.

It is by his power that this world around him exists in a way he can understand it.

This music is a melody few people understand,

A mode of communication without words.

This bonds the man to his world

And gives him sight.

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The blind man’s cane raps at the cobblestones like a heartbeat.

It is a lifeline between the physical and mental realities he inhabits.

Without his cane he is cutoff, set apart from the corporeal.

Without his cane he is rendered ignorant of his world.

He is adrift in a sea of uncertainty, flailing in failure

And feeling for a sense of direction.

He is lost because the language has become foreign

And he cannot understand.

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The writer’s fingers tap a beat on the keyboard

His world is confined only to the figures on his screen.

He constructs this world in front of him on his own, forming the surroundings as they are available to him.

It is by his power that this world in front of him exists in a way they can understand it.

This music is a melody few people can understand.

A mode of communication with only words.

This bonds the man to his world

And gives him voice.

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The writer’s fingers rap at the keyboard like a heartbeat.

It is a lifeline between the mental and physical realities he inhabits,

Without his keyboard he is cut off, set apart from the conceptual.

Without his keyboard he is rendered ignorant of his world.

He is adrift in a sea of suppression, flailing in failure

And feeling for a sense of direction.

He is lost because the language has been silenced

And he cannot express.