When you are born without something
That you should otherwise normally have
Then you are.... special.
The world is full of these people, like us.
We don’t talk about it, unless asked.
We live out days full with perception.
Our brains active with compensation.
Out in front of every conversation
A sight that could not be seen
A sound not fully heard
And a brain busy with the tasks of
Seeing and hearing without eye or ear.
Would you be able to spot someone like this?
Such a depraved person,
Who’d never had complete sight,
Nor hammer, anvil, or stirrup.
So sharp would be the measure of all taken in,
With the one set had left,
they’d best us all.
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