The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted
by the hands that wove it , And the clay that fills
your ears shall be pierced by those fingers that kneaded it .
And you shall see.
And you shall hear .
Khalil Gibran
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait
for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter
how faintly, I would send other words to tell,
to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger
for life that gnaws in us all.
Richard Wright
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