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Real eyes
realize real greatness
lies not in sight
but inside.
The sky bruised a red
before the dusk ate the light.
High up in the north,
I watched the jewels cutting holes
to share the sea with the moon.
There's nothing to gather
from an empty gaze,
but the battleground
of words and pictures
we can assume are unravelling
within.

— The End —