These eyes of mine in their sockets
are lucky to have seen see what they have
gazed upon; this mind of mine in its palace
of bone is blessed to have pondered in awe
over what the eyes delivered; in a reliquary
of memories what the eyes saw and what
enraptured the mind, these treasures
of sight and soul, as the hungry eyes
return to the source.
12.08.2024
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