My eyes are mine. The things they see
are evermore unique to me.
If somehow I could lend them out,
your vision would remain without
essential things completing sight:
my mind and all that's come to light.
While views will often start with nerve,
there's more to life than we observe.
Observe © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: March 3, 2019