Open your curtains, brother!
Sure as you’ll rise there’s money to be made
from the blind, who can no less feel the sun’s veiled
strength than hope to hide from it. So stare them down to the raw
data, constant as blood. The mind is its own place and in itself can make you
more. Every throwaway thought & feeling forgotten. Catch the purge and
watch for leaks. They have “nothing to hide” and you have everything
to gain. But I see you and I will call you out as long as you
deny us the very thing you’d fear denied yourself;
drawing curtains like any other.