There are gains
for which blind men fight--
a vessel large enough
to hold what's been seeping
from seams--
and in the meantime
deaf warriors write
to keep their hearts from sleeping;
to vitalize their dreams.
If they will
or if they may;
if they huddle up
like blood clots;
there shall be
a note resounding.
It'll echo through
your dark.
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