Open window front with careful ponderous view where do they come from are they ignorant or are they action it is dangerous to feel too deeply frightfully tempting realization thrown from penalizing spectators perfect and impossible do they think it should be done loathing views the window as free the shelter is an empty cave occupied insanely by the dim light and the blind sits in fear of the accusation carrying a notebook filled with dribble on hope the small misshappen creature enjoys misinterpretation thriving in its make‑believe world of disillusionment blind and suffering swirls in pools on the table flat and polished, destined for greatness lonesome desired is the morning haze tarring through the facade and shines for all to see pointing and judging such hatred painfully untouched through deadly containment the window lies about the land and its duty the cave surrounding blindly loves it there blind and siting without contempt the misshapen and blind always beg always pleading for sympathy though fast to reject any act of pity such a complex feeling fills the empty space thinking of the dangers of misfortune once dwelled on the suffering increases alone.