078. A Blind Man's Memory

A simple line 

be lost

in endless time.

But not to a man

that is eternally 

blind.

Sight from the eye,

not of the mind,

becomes apparent

to those

who have forgotten

how to fly.

Clipped wings 

and all,

I have begun 

my fatal fall,

though, I do not

quite still see.

It pleases me,

not to know 

my end.

Though, I did 

not intend

for it to be 

so very sudden.

And I have 

to wonder.

Does a blind 

man ever dream?

Or may he have,

A sweet memory?