See Feelingly

I see feelingly.
Like a blind man
could touch
A lover
or a
Hot stove.

Useless eyes.
Darkness looms and
mocks me.
It strangles
even as
it’s open wide.

It has weight
but can it ever
Hold Water.
It pulls
Me like
A cliff.

I feel the
Edge

straight through.
Piercingly
Invisible,
like
Fear itself.

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