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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

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