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©2010 by Paul Zografi
Blind

Our feet stand still
But our heart rides out
The glory of the game riddles our field
The taste of victory swells our vision

Driven on we step
Hearing the promise we produce
And marvel at the lust of battle
We are consumed and betrayed by the chase

The pulse dances
Our eyes glaze
The words censor
We feel only the goal
And the wave we stride

We are certain of our cause
Confirmed by our effort
Enabled by our fire

But our feet stand still
Our heart recoils
A blaze breaks from the rush
And trips us to the ground

Blind we run
Blind we fall