Blunt hilltops behind
And between others
Look like eyes
Towards the horizon
They're a green-brown
Like dull jewellery
And yet somehow are
Full of life
I follow their gaze
Out past the bay
Beyond the Irish Sea
To distant land shapes
Keeping careful watch
These eyes of Mann
Never find sleep and
Only blink with the night
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