O R B I C U L a R Visus
EYES as large as acres that see,
some hidden things.
ORBICULAR VISUS are secrets deeply
hidden under divided worlds.
Our smallest of small;
a globe of fragile glass,
Within the smallest of
our hands,
But by it’s Soul and by it’s
Spirit of a heart of Crystal
pass,
Tininess voices through twilight
land be heard,
the most sincerest liar —
the mind suited for war
is our sight
by this night
of all nights
heard.
:: 01-28-2019 ::
E.P. Robles (c) 2019
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2019
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