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March 28, 2014
A Cyclops maybe
with double vision
writes purely for pleasure
from an open prison.
and words, just words
and words alone
made up from desire
through flesh and bone
are expressed, free flowing
without much sense
but nevertheless copied
at great expense.
What fools are they
who think with just one eye
Cyclops sight impaired
and on his work dare spy.
For his underlying
strength is ‘precision’,
and he can see in duplicate
with his double vision.
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