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Oct 2022
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.
John Prophet
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John Prophet
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