They looked away, each eye dimmed by
a simple refusal to see.
Mind separated from itself,
choosing to be blind.
Separation is impossible,
and so is blindness.
Fear made them look away,
but fear is unreal.
Dreaming of exile,
the mind split.
Amnesia spread,
a sharp focus clouded the abstract.
Nor would they hear,
each ear deaf by election.
Mind made a voice,
drowned out the eternal Voice.
Or so it dreamed.
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