When blindness is a state of mind
then to its lies our hearts do bind.
The words I choose can make me be
a man in bondage or set free.
So I must take care how I walk
and with the words that I do talk
lest i should lose my chosen way
and then be lost another day.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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