The eyes looked for
a hope and
why could they
see only the
memories
you could call these
memories
your thoughts or
your soul or
your psyche or
give any
other fancy name or
a more fashionable label of
neurons.
The vision defective
lost in the
emotional himalayas
struggling to find a hope
a breath
a something its own
not relative
but absolute.
The eyes searching for
eyes.
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