The Forces That Keep Us

Not knowing what sits unseen beside me,
where sea is steel, sands the powdered bones
of whales, with heart the size of whales and night,
a closed, latched door, I understand the terrible
blindness of stars. This world isn't about seeing,
rather reaching out into unimaginable darkness,
touching rocks and trees and soil, listening
to thunder, its booming wings, feeling rain
lifting up our eyeless faces towards something
beautiful. Now I understand the forces
keeping us primitive, innocent, unknowing.

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