Don't Blink
By Joel LippertPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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"Eye Me" - Photo of and by Joel Lippert
What should I do with those eyes, those gypsy eyes? They murder and resurrect me, either side of a blink. I think I’m free from them, and then I see them again, even when I’m not looking I see them, there in the periphery of my silly heart. And when they see me too, in moments of unspoken, shared, blurry clarity, I’m somewhere between knowing, longing, and utterly lost when I try to fathom what they are telling me, like water drops dancing on a hot skillet, disappearing into the thick, heated air, the mist finding its way into my parched eyes.
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Joel Lippert
We all just create something out of something else; to create something out of nothing would be truly divine, would it not?
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