Learned Eyes

Blank pages say more

to a trained eye

than ever did a one

covered in words

to who is blind.

Crossing the subliminal

into a world of imagination,

that exists because of us.

It’s there

if we will let our souls see

beyond what blinds us,

to the words

on the blackened pages

of the Book of Life.

Words inscribed upon our minds

need no eyes to be seen,

but need I’s to exist.

Between the worlds we conjure

within the depths of self

and the solid chairs we sit in,

there is a balance.

Malleable to the learned,

invisible to all others,

unless it takes physical manifestation

and seeks us out.


HG – 1995-2000

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