MS (7-31-83 / Newport News, Virginia)

Ostrich Eyes

The simple truth is hard to find
buried in the ground zero of lies
the rubble rumbles, rough and tumble
the smoldering smells reveal what's under

The simple fact is never true,
What is left behind you will rue
cover the corpse, close the eyes
have you wondered what lies behind

The simple reality is always blurry
the rush and crush of everyday hurry,
a manifest matrix of your own making
the blue is better for the taking

The simple anything asks nothing
but stays tuned into its own creating
the ostrich eyes shut, buried, and closed
is a lesson for eyes wide opened.

by Mark Sebert

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