Oculus Poems - Poems about Oculus

Blinded blindfolds never sighted nevertheless sightless eyes open...

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river is waist deep ambience of lily pads swings elephant trunks multitude of rubbernecks in dugout canoes; and me 1/31/2023...

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with head buried in oculus, the son cannot hear the giver of commands. the advice, for the head of such device, is to lead his son out from its princely price. 1/5/2022...

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stepping off planet earth, it’s quite a blast astronaut rear ending walls mission out of control 12/26/2021...

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OCULUS Is… …about the MOON, its power, its mystery, its simplicity? Its light is soft a pail reflection Of its son. The one always on the run. The moon is an oculus of cold white a Deity that rules the night. Rides the currents of indigo and aquamarine It sees all in the coldness of its...

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Light and dark Clear and vague Truth and lies Love and lust Life and death...

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Santiago Calatrava gets my senses in somewhat of a lather his Oculus fires me up so much it's all rather ridoculus....

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