In the eye of the beholder, my dears, in the eyes of the beholder. Bless us all for having so many eyes, and so many different eyes. And there is less than no need to blind even one. God bless our dissonance, for when attended as notes as individual eyes, the harmony is heard, is visible. Bless our I's, bless our eyes, bless our ears, our heres, our theres, and the space that makes room for it all.
I am constantly amazed at how OPD can publish such sublime examples of truly beautiful poetry like this one day (poetry should be poetic), and then the next day (and most days of the week, it must be said) publish such awful utter shite.
Is this a sign of the times, one wonders? I don't know. One can only despair at the cognitive dissonance of it all.
In the eye of the beholder, my dears, in the eyes of the beholder. Bless us all for having so many eyes, and so many different eyes. And there is less than no need to blind even one. God bless our dissonance, for when attended as notes as individual eyes, the harmony is heard, is visible. Bless our I's, bless our eyes, bless our ears, our heres, our theres, and the space that makes room for it all.
I am constantly amazed at how OPD can publish such sublime examples of truly beautiful poetry like this one day (poetry should be poetic), and then the next day (and most days of the week, it must be said) publish such awful utter shite.
Is this a sign of the times, one wonders? I don't know. One can only despair at the cognitive dissonance of it all.
https://nabeelismail.substack.com/p/the-debt-of-ashes-662?r=7w398i&utm_medium=ios