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The past returns to blind methe trip trip trip of time sees me through. I have no eyes to heal me& the light diffused through trauma tree lays heavy on the branchof might have been. You glory in your bat cavelaughing at the debris strewn across the years. The blind lead the blindtoo easily: back into the recessof our bad dream. But something’s set me freeslowly slowly slowly  see I slough the skin of memoryto discover I am free.