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Understanding had yet to stand in me

I feared everything

For I understood nothing

Single bits of strangeness I hated

The further I shoveled 

The increasing number of cloths drawn about my eyes

I protested too much

And rang against it with the shovel of my mind

The dry knot slipped, my eyes shot with bright

For the more darkness, the more blinding the light

And I was truly blinded

Understanding came singing against my thoughts

I soon feared myself 

For I had become something strange

And knew I was hated for it