Blindfold

Vision, a blindfold -
choking the soul,
keeping it from seeing
beyond the being,
the being.

Each sense towers,
a black height
that belittles.

I tread on an uneven silence -
my feet give in to pores
that pursue
pain.

I look away -
and deep into
the shape of letters
I find 
an unsettling language -

I’m lost to the definite.