New Eyes

jwhhobbs22

Mar 24

1 min read

Seeing with new eyes

All the times that you despise

City, road, mirror

Chip the glass from your respite.

Bulb new reflex memory

Quick and crueller hands

Bent to good ends

And dreams that smoke when they rise.

One and without the World

Turn your new eyes

Inside.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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