Blind, because sometimes
All we see is cause for
Regret, frustration,
Yearning, or anger.

Forgetful, because sometimes
Memory is but a misshaped
Mirror of judgements
And justifications.

Unknowing, because sometimes
Our science is a hiding
From conscience, our
Mastery an excuse for self.

A Cloud, because sometimes,
Echoes silenced, surrounded,
Mystery is easier trusted
Than ourselves.

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