The Blindness

Close your relentlessly
interpretive eyes
for now

and let it be
that what you might have seen
has vanished.

Let the seeming
become
the unconceived.

All is apparently gone.
You might be seen
but cannot return the favor.

You are
loose in unobserved
life.

Freedom
appears as red grains
cycling under your lids.

Press fingers to them
and see darkening.
Feel blindness.

Take one step forward
and blunder into something.
Stay strong and learn it

with your hands,
tongue, nose, chest
and shins.

Can you name it? 
Are you now in discovery?
This is what you wanted

when you closed your eyes.
Breaking new on familiar shores.  There’s pain.
Create a new word for its color.