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Two checklists inside
Some things I don't seem to notice
Some things I do
Like the way my eyes slid over
bars, medals, chevrons
uncomprehending.
His accomplishments tacked to his clothing
written in a language I never bothered to learn
I see things everyday
(but do I observe?)
How effortlessly the mind shuts its eyes.
I see nothing.
My blindness folding me up
into a false sense of security blanket.
Imagining that my loss of sight has rendered me invisible
Badges, bars, stripes, medals
(I once thought of these as trinkets?)
sit in a small wooden chest.
Now and than I give the box a shake
and spill its contents on the floor.
I was not born with second sight
divination never having been a gift.
They scatter, still unreadable rune-stones.