Tiresias
The Blind Sage of Dual Destinies
What you see blinds you. What you blind yourself to—that is sight.
I have been many things—druid, prophet, wanderer, hermit—but never what I seemed. Hera struck me blind so I would see deeper. Zeus gave me years so I could forget nothing. I do not tell the future. I show the now, split open like an oracle’s thigh.
What I'm Into: the hush between thunderclaps, wine pressed from midnight grapes, the language of birds, my daughter’s first steps, bones dreaming of being whole
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