The lights surrounded me,

Glowed around in me,

Stunned me, astounded me,

Freed me, Grounded me

And the light abounds in me


I was born blind, in a dark room at night;

I must learn to guide myself by my light


Rays of gold lightened me,

My own light frightened me,

Led me, enlightened me,

Something within tightened,

Released, and brightened me


Shimmering beacons from my fingertips,

A pure light streams from between parted lips

The End

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