Eyes.
Behind
the eyes.
Where
the soul
holes up.
It’s all
there.
Everything.
Where
reality
resides.
Inside,
an endless
realm.
Processing
unit
input
energy.
Creating
the visual.
Universe
inward
bound.
Time,
space
concocted,
imagined.
Where dreams
are born.
Behind the
eyes.
All things
derived.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2022 22:55
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Looking behind each others eyes reveals the truth John.
Andy
Thanks for reading Andy
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