Oracle

Maybe if I gouged out my eyes

I wouldn't see. Sometimes vision

deludes the senses,

bends reality.

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Dim's one's sense of self,

groundedness in the real,

the present, the moment.

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If I gouged out my eyes

other people's thoughts,

wishes, lives, dreams

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would stop colliding

against inner space,

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saving myself from this communal,

intuitive ritual.

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If I gouged out my eyes

I could undo the trauma I committed

against my inner-self.

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Maybe I lived another life,

drenched in drug induced rituals

sitting atop an ancient temple,

on sacred soil, priestesses

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extrapolating all I shouldn't see.

Delivering visions

to my acolytes, worshiping

in apocalyptic ecstasy.

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Maybe if I gouged out my eyes,

I'd live a different life,

in a different time,

in a different space,

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throned upon foreign earth.

My intuition shaking nations

and kings sanctifying my inner self,

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far from my external

space, and synchronicity.

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If I committed a horror so drastic,

I'd be the Oracle at Delphi,

next to God, but not quite so.

Writing verses that last a thousand years.

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If I gouge out my eyes

hold them in front of my heart

just for you,

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I'd baptize them anew with blood

of my veins, vessels

orbs freshly cleansed,

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I'd find the piece of truth

I couldn't see,

with organs that failed me.

I'd reach out to you

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hold them palms up

carefully, like ancient oriental glass,

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give them freely

to an unsuspecting person.

My dearest friend

or most ancient enemy.

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As the greatest gift

I never wanted

and did not need.

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You could do things

I couldn't do,

be things I couldn't be.

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I could bury the gift

that didn't give me anything.

And finally, like Mojgani says,

sleep softly.