Seeing Poem by Oleg Vorobyov
Seeing
What an invaluable artifice, our eye!
Receptacle of light in variegated spectra,
Perceiver, blinker, squinter, and lots of -er,
The one that sucks in the visionary nectar!
At maddening speeds, precipitous photons
Ride eons just to sparkle on the iris.
As the eye's bombarded, it recognizes once
The existentialism of the luminaries.
The colour, the shape, the motion feed
To film their beings in the fairy eye.
What's all this Universe's use and need,
If not for the eye, its seeing satisfy?
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6/16/2024 8:54:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
what are the wonders and beauty of creation if not for the eye...... thank u for your high perception........tony