Like the blind men I touch the unknown,
feeling my way around life.
Never knowing what I touch
or what I'm feeling.
I get it wrong,
more often than not
and mourn the loss
of the elephant
wandering in and out
of the this thing I call
my life.
I've been told
that the elephant is blind
and will not know that it's me
touching trunk, tail and foot,
and that I should take care
that I do not rouse
from its dyspeptic world
the elephant
as blind as I.
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