AND in the land there be images
such an imprint of days before
a photograph of moving pictures
The thread of reality weaving
both emotion and image into one
a blueprint of what was before
We clean the slate with time
but the eye sees the state of order
and beneath the lie — therein lies
Psychic mind rest your thoughts
the gift of sight can make you blind
to the world from which you were born
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 