If you’re sighted,
A dark room feels
Confusingly
Empty and full.
The rich details
Of light are gone,
But you’re aware
Of what’s not there.
Some of it, you
Remember, but
The rest presses
On you, unknown.
You’re the black stage
Without a play,
Solo, crowded
In your silence.
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