Eyes + Words

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Reason will try to

persuade that we’re all over

the place, uncollected. What if

that’s how we’re supposed to be,

naturally eclectic. We must rise

through the fingers of gravity or

find ourselves settle on a bed

of cold concrete.

Artist Unknown

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