For my brain have their own set of eyes.
Eyes that seek.
Eyes that help me photograph.
For my brain sees what I do not see.
For creating this mental image I want to make physical.
Its own eyes.
For seeing the world in a rather different dimension.
For seeing what we cannot foresee.
For my brain has its own set of eyes to see the world in ways that make me stop and stare.
The eyes of my brain turns a glance into a glare.
I walk and my brain says, “Stop. See what I see.”
And I say, “Yes, I see that I need to capture this.” —a.c. October 23rd, 2018 4:10 PM
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