Two legs that carry a body around.
and a head that makes the body carry it.
Does the head care if the legs are non existent?

We all hold our visibility to just the nearest impact.
the rest for us is trivial.
We think we are untouched by anything beyond 2 degrees.

Blindness, is not the real word for it.
Because you still see it as much as you want.
enough to be happy but never sufficient enough to escape
without getting hurt.

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