Tiresias the blind Seer

Tarek Ali Hassan

what is vision's weight 
what awful price?


Tiresias the blind Seer 

Tomorrow more to see and wonder 

Dotted visions fill the blind man’s heart and sing 

We are but weightless shadows 

Turned into granite coffins 

crushing weights of make-believe stones carved with incredible complexity 

petrified forests from the deep past rule illegitimately 

Tomorrow more to see and cry 

the fire of knowledge 
burns the seer 
pursued by darkness 
entangled in the forest 
hampered by custom, jealousy and make-believe 


more to see 

more to fear tomorrow 

and cry 

but why? 

what is vision's weight? 
what awful price? 

t'is in the eyes that see 
the tortured gaze 

repentant hearts 

seething...for see