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Poetry: Searching




The Mind's Eye


The mental eye that concentrates
On watching bright and dull parades
That pass before it every day
Sits calmly in a swivel chair.

It runs an automated shop
That only needs a go-ahead
To read a memory, act a thought.
And "eye" is of the same stuff wrought?


Ross Olson


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