Blind

There was a man who thought to think cosmos
without the buzz of solar beams, was blunt
with nothing but a greying glint at most
Like ashes lacking any touching lunt

He felt that when he looked to see the sun
His eyes, with pigment from the light, were thawed
And sizzled too and twinkled yet, and spun!
But when he looked away the world seemed flawed

So bathe and basque in shafts alone did he
Until his eyes were harmed, and burnt and sore!
Though try did he to squint, he could not see!
And saw the light in shameless vein no more..

Alas! The glint that light did show! Was not
to be absorbed exclusively. Be taught!