Simon J. Ortiz - Blind Curse lyrics

Blind Curse Simon J. Ortiz You could drive blind for those two seconds and they would be forever. I think that as a diesel truck pa**es us eight miles east of Mission. Churning through the storm, heedless of the hill sliding away. There isn't much use to curse but I do. Words fly away, tumbling invisibly toward the unseen point where the prairie and sky meet. The road is like that in those seconds, nothing but the blind white side of creation. You're there somewhere, a tiny struggling cell. You just might be significant but you might not be anything. Forever is a space of split time from which to recover after the ma** pa**es. My curse flies out there somewhere, and then I send my prayer into the wake of the diesel truck headed for Sioux Falls one hundred and eighty miles through the storm.