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Some eyes are like marbles because they roll with the truth

Over the gritty cement of a playground that is the reality of dreams

Of kids that want to know what it means to be real and have a grip on life as others see it

And not feel like they know it all because of what the red eye implies

Some eyes are wide some are narrow

Sometimes people get scared and leave their irises behind

But what lies between the eyes is what is in the back of the back of the brain

Something greater than metaphysicality something bigger than your conception of heaven and God

Oftentimes when people are shouting at people they find this                                                       

Or when they are reading a book

Or taking a walk

It comes with the liberation of the stigma of Saturday nights and fast food

And I love to sit in a treehouse and stare at the sun until I go blind for a few minutes

Until I come back.

 

 

 

DRAFT: This module has unpublished changes.