essay: #019: eyes open wide

My friend says:
"God makes them black.
And makes them white.
And makes them interesting.
And here, they are.
Chatting..."

I say:
"And how beautiful is that?"
For a moment.
The noise, abates...
And a voice.
Cuts through the symphony.
Of a million tongues.

I think of this place.
In the picture.
Eyes open wide.
To human potential.
To capturing the beauty.
Of any one moment.
Fiction, and otherwise.

I think of exchanges.
From the other side.
Of a world, divided in two.
And for a brief second.
Not.

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