The Blinding Man

-The Blinding Man-
by Keaton Foster



In his hand
The blinding man
A god unto himself
A pagan to everyone else
He allows them to see
Not with their eyes
But rather
With their minds
His wisdom
His perspective
So inclined
His pen
This page
Methods to be used
Weapons to be wielded
Mercy
A foregone conclusion
Hatred and love
Sorrow and happiness
All emotions of his craft
A master if there ever was one
Cleverly skilled in the mundane
Wicked and wise within the confines
Of complicated lies and brutal truths
Those who dare read
Stand no reasonable chance
They will become impregnated
With his wild ideas
They will labor for months
Toiling over what he meant
Fighting to understand
Until of course they give birth
To all that he has inspired
A cyclical event for the ages
Time and again
He won’t fail them
To him fostering another’s idea
And making it your own
Is not considered plagiarism
But rather respectful adaptation
Be assured that he won’t mind
Because he knows that words
Do not belong to him
The blinding man
Is above owning anything
If you asked him he’d say
I need absolutely nothing
And I want even less
His heart
His soul
His mind
Belongs to one ideal
One truth for all time
An absolute that he
Above all others will achieve
He wants his life
The one he fights so hard at living
To without question mean something
Thus
Via his crafted words he knows
That meaning can be found
For himself and all others
The blinding man
Won’t ever give up
His writings are his meaning
Even if what he means is not as clear
For some as it needs to be…


The Blinding Man
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.