By darkness does the body become clear:
Without the glare of buzzing lights o’erhead
The contours of the flesh comfortably near
And blinded eyes dare not to glare with dread.
For in the dark what’s seen is through the heart
And felt through muscles working with delight
As energy works through each blessed part
The body’s glow is vibrant in the night.
A bath becomes a gentle womb’s embrace
A walk becomes a trust of steady feet
The sound of breath is pure, embalming grace
And skin can feel the warm delight of heat.
Close eyes, halt light and senses thrill the soul
‘Tis blind, indeed, that vision becomes whole.
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