Behind the quiet eyes

July 2, 2015

Pure reflections reside deep

inside the mind

that lies behind the quiet eyes.

Chaos screams into the iris calm,

and questions

its reason for silence. It does not understand

the knowledge obtained

by simple thought alone,

for thoughts are really

a bridge to everything.

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