The Invitation

If you plan on coming
Do not try to blind me.

I want your annotations,
your limitations,
spirals of doubt wrapped in gauze.

I want your corrupt opinions,
Your flawed biology,
What sits in the bags under your eyes.

If you plan on coming,
Come second hand.
Chipped at the edges.

The world has made judges of eyes.
Humour them.
Leave before they reach a verdict.
You are
The verdict.

Come as you are.

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