Ode to Seeing

I think from a different perspective sometimes. Here it is.

Ode to Eyes

Blinking,
Opening
And closing.
Intaking sights,
People,
And places.
Showing something so horrid,
And grotesque.
The horrors of the world,
Showing at its best.
Fluttering,
Again,
Again,
And again.
Trying to wake up from this nightmare,
Now called present time.
The beauty is not here;
It can’t be seen.
Your eyes capture nothing but
Broken things,
Horrors,
And tragedies.
They are the passageway
To viewing the hideous.
Close your eyes,
And you’ll truly see.
Your eyes are not meant for seeing;
They are meant for looking.
Looking and seeing aren’t the same, though.
You can’t look at beauty,
But it can be seen.
Not with your eyes, though.
With your body and mind.

The End

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