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Dec 2012
The arrangement of photons hits my eyes
Like a blast
For it could be any- it is just light
But no, it is not.
It is a face I see
Not just any,
Nay, not of the ordinary,
And yet it could be any.
Not in terms of its source, its literal transmission
Of the image- that is only you represented.
But it is more.
It is a vessel of life to my eyes,
Every glimpse a thumping rhythm and racing monologue
For it is not just the light reaching my eyes-
No, it could not just be any-
For it is you
And everything you are
And therefore it is
Like nothing I have ever seen.
Written by
Zach Davis
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   Wedyan AlMadani
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