We are surrounded by an 
invisible world of our own 
making. It’s not really invisible, 
but most of the time we just 
don’t see it. As we move 
through this world, our minds 
grow so accustomed to the
appearances that day to day 
the extraordinary comes to
look ordinary, as if we had
scales on our eyes or were
looking through a dark veil, 
and we no longer see the full 
glory of this sublime living 
universe surrounding us, 
the world as it really is. 

In the same way, day to day
we grow so accustomed to 
the many bizarre customs 
of this society, that most of 
the time their full strangeness
becomes invisible to us, and 
thus the daily carnage of the 
system comes to appear as 
normal, as everyday human 
activities, as the natural order. 
I read it in the paper. I saw it on 
the news. The teacher said so, 
a woman’s role is to acquiesce, 
a man’s place is to agree. 
Landlords seem normal
bosses seem normal
homelessness seems normal
cops seem normal
pollution seems normal
abuse seems normal 
racism seems normal
sexism seems normal
cheating seems normal
revenge seems normal
war seems normal
capitalism seems normal
wage slavery seems normal
murder seems normal
destruction of the world seems normal
they’ve been doing it since forever
just everyday human activities.

Blinded by the darkness,
I woke up this morning,
half sleepwalked to the 
window. The street is still 
out there. I’m still here in this 
place. Let the scales 
fall from my eyes.
Lift the veil. 
Awake, arise!
I am blinded by the glare
while my eyes adjust,
but now at least I see
the healing light of reality.