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How strange


How strange to have a body;

That fills space,

With parts that move,

That bumps up

Against things,

And other bodies,

That strangely exists

Outside us and beside us,

And carries us

Through life

With a certainty

And knowledge

All it's own:

A battered, wise bearer of fools



Human Eye



Human eye



Staring back at me

The eye of the amoeba

The anemone, tentacle fringed


Ancient translucence

History of species

Human eye



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