My Eyes See
I have eyes
that are accustomed to seeing
all that is needed,
For my way of life.
They squint skeptically at sunshine.
Grow wise and large in the shade,
Travel at high speeds, when thinking.
Make sudden right turns,
Hovers gleefully, at the sight of love.
But most of all, they have been placed in prayer.
wanting to believe, that what they see
Has to be less than what they vision,
and what they perceive
must not be, all there is.
Elvis A.
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