God’s eyes
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What if all we saw was smooth black-white glass? Pale stares into light-absorbing morass. Or these apathetic rays of piercing glances Deflected from white forever away in angular trances. What if absolute reason were grains of sand Held tightly in the span of one’s hand? Giving granular notions for finite thought Thieving broader options in Read more
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wonderment glowing in somber glances reaching out to seek more and more of that which shall nurture a willing heart. what, say I, plants this seed? ’tis the eyes of God ’tis the eyes of God for indeed I curiously shall of sound mind look beyond that which I intend to fill. what, say I, Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 