Handkerchief

You can melt every man’s heart of stone
And bend back into place
A blind eye’s rods and cones,

But photophobia’s caught me now.
What good is the gift of sight
If you hide from the light anyhow?

Tears roll down when sins are seen;
Like a lab rat, I fell for this
Active avoidance conditioning.

So I tugged at your robe
To wipe my tears at its hem.

You tore a piece off and said:
“One day, Mankind
Will never need a handkerchief again.”

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