Invisible birds flew out of his
Countenance and his face remained placid.
Wings that spanned the sky were far away
From where he now sat.
He never turned to the voices around him
For their eyes to him were unreachable.
They never looked at him so he got to
Wandering what kind of creatures
Met with their kind. For these
He could not see
Just as they to him
Were blind.
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