Still ignoring the deriders, he takes his order and slowly spills it in a long trail back to his table. Blissfully unaware of anything amiss while curses and shaking fists accompany his remains.
I glance back at the commotion just previous to that fool, noting similar trail and detractors. Smugly trying to identify the entertainment. No one obvious arises, I turn round to my table and think it passing odd that my drink eludes my nimble grip. Not once or twice, finally succumbing to a handful of attempts. The straw bends sharply and, unable to quench my thirst, I set it down again. Or, rather, drop it messily to the ground. Hmm. Seeking distraction from selfawareness I hastily eye the wake before me. Without hesitation, I begin to follow the debris to its source.
Wending back and forth in comical fashion I arrive. At the same counter from a different angle. Retracing steps reveals freshly spilled beverage. Outrage and embarrassment wage with no clear victor. I stumble...have been stumbling all along, to sanctuary. Sinks and stalls for moat and ramparts.
There revealed, the fool stands transfixed, by himself as laughable effigy of man.
Wave upon wave crash down. History, memories, scars. Intricate wrappings, insulating, shielding, falter. Through alabaster, veined with fractures, unwelcome guests return.
Blindness, though welcome abatement, is not the culprit. Instead of seeing no colors at all, those reported by others find no match. The beautiful landscape a negative, or more like, eyeless picking hues by sound and taste, rearranging each before arriving at my palette.
Thus reminded of the purpose and effectiveness, the barriers are re-erected. Emotional handicap re-disguised as stereotypical male lack.
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