Blindness falls on the children of the privileged. They come up and up and up and learn to replace themselves but not to better their surroundings. What care would they need put in anything that is not themselves? What effort should they really exude? How could they really make a difference? Their each only one person. Each only one. One made of each ignoring the problems around them. One made into the mass of blind that can no longer observe themselves in the objective. The one who breaks from the many has learned the subjectivity to be objective in an ignorant world. Our ignorant world. They have come up from the slums to the highs of education. And sad, sad knowledge of the truth of oppression. But the blind will not see if they continue to look at their own two feet.
Tag: perception
Un-objectively
It will never hold you
Like my pillow cuddles me
Un-objectively, and full of nothingness.
The void is welcoming like a lake
It surrounds you, silences you
Could drown you, or float you.
Bliss of unknowing irresponsibility
Surrounding the bright eyed coward.
Boldly going where none ever could
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