Nella Freund

Blind writers

Blind writers; another guides us
into our subconscious, feeling our way
like disappearing through the back door,
wading through
our own marshes of self-consciousness.
Banish our social who we are,
every sordid beautiful, then write it all
on the page for our souls.
We have to forget, letting go
it’s a kind of detail
where the treasure lies dying
we might encounter brutal
selves, for all to see.

Selves, for all to see
we might encounter brutal
where the treasure lies dying.
It’s a kind of detail
we have to forget, letting go
on the page for our souls.
Every sordid beautiful, then write it all
banish our social who we are,
our own marshes of self-consciousness
wading through,
like disappearing through the back door
into our subconscious, feeling our way.
Blind writers; another guides us.

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