Knowing 13

At once stranger,
and more ordinary,
the texture of your days,
than anything I
could have expected.
The world through your eyes,
sharper and more vibrant
than anything I see;
then smoke and haze covers your sight,
and you wander lost
through crystal clarity.
I call out the stepping stones,
you send me warnings.
We both can see,
we both are blind,
and hearing is so hard.

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