Eyes of the Soul
Throughout my life
over those long gone years.
Throughout my life
while shedding tears and fears.
I remember that symbol of an eye.
Whatever I've seen
could not deny.
My movie, in which
all has been recorded,
reprocessed, reloaded.
Into tiny fabric pieces
of images.
The images that
have guided me
through laps and gaps
in the things
we call cracks; in life,
that have demonstrated
chaos and economical distress
,but none has commonly
affected my knowledge,
my Congress.
My own cage
affects my reasoning,
my weakness,
my actions,
my best.
This colorizes my heart
buried in such deepness
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